Ming Disha sneaked in through the window, sat down on the sill, pulled out a drumstick from his robes, and started gnawing on it.
Zhao Ritian was startled. He touched his chest and pointed at Ming Disha. "That's my drumstick! Mine! I saved it for a midnight snack!"
Ming Disha looked at him. "There are countless drumsticks in this world. What makes you say this one is yours?"
Zhao Ritian snapped, "Look at the bone, right there! Yes, there! I carved a few words into it with a knife. Look!"
Ming Disha had been too busy eating the meat to notice. He lowered his head, examined the drumstick carefully, and sure enough, there were words on it!
"Long Aotian's drumstick?"
Ming Disha looked up at Zhao Ritian. "What kind of game is this?"
Long Aotian looked at Zhao Ritian. "Zhao Ritian, what the fuck... Fine, you eat a huge drumstick for a late-night snack, but you even carved words on it? What the hell..."
Zhao Ritian said, "Why are you getting worked up? Martial Uncle is the one chewing on your drumstick right now!"
Ming Disha said, "There! You admitted it! This drumstick belongs to Long Aotian!"
Long Aotian angrily said, "It's not mine!"
Zhao Ritian said, "It's mine!"
Meat scraps sprayed from the corner of Ming Disha's mouth. "Whose is it, then?!"
Zhao Ritian said, "Mine!"
Ming Disha pointed at the drumstick. "It says Long Aotian's on it!"
Long Aotian said, "It's not mine!"
Ming Disha said, "If it's not yours, why is your name on it?"
Zhao Ritian said, "I carved it!"
Ming Disha said, "Why did you carve Long Aotian's name onto your drumstick?"
Zhao Ritian said, "It makes me feel better when I eat it!"
Lu Chengwen roared, "That's fucking enough!"
He walked to the window