Cang Yue could not hold on any longer.
"Senior, to be honest, my name is Cang Yue!"
Ming Disha punched him in the nose. "Bullshit! What the hell is Cang Yue supposed to be!?"
"No, Senior, listen to me! I'm from the Elder Council!"
"Even if you were from a mental asylum, I'd still beat the crap out of you!" Another punch followed.
"Senior, give the Elder Council some face! It'll be enough for you to live on for the rest of your life!"
"If I rob someone from the Elder Council, I'll have enough to live on for the rest of my life? Then why aren't you handing over the money!?" Another punch sent Cang Yue reeling.
Cang Yue struggled to stay conscious. "All right, all right! I have money! How much do you want!?"
"How much do you think this fist of mine is worth?"
Then came a barrage of punches.
Lu Chengwen poured drinks and handed glasses to Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian. He calmly kept pouring without even glancing at Cang Yue, speaking mechanically.
"Old man, he's only playing with you right now. In his eyes, even Old Man Wu is nothing but shit, let alone you! Even my master, Ming Disha, is just someone he humors for fun."
Long Aotian took a sip. "Yeah. I'd advise you to hurry up, kneel, kowtow, and admit your mistake. The Elder Council, you know! The most badass bunch of people under heaven. They'll scare the hell out of an old bastard like you. Oh, right, I was saying 'old bastard' on behalf of Mr. Cang Yue. Personally, I respect you very much."
Zhao Ritian drained his glass in one gulp and held it out for more.
"He's a tough guy. If you beat him like this, he won't