Lu Chengwen hurriedly grabbed Zhao Ritian.
"Are you crazy? You want to challenge a senior one-on-one?"
"I'm not crazy! I just won't accept this!" No one could hold Zhao Ritian back now.
"He's no great shakes himself, so what gives him the right to lecture this one and scold that one? Didn't he catch the big rat? Why did it run out and start causing trouble again? Didn't he say he'd give the Four Great Families an explanation and an account? Where's the explanation? Where's the account?!"
Long Aotian said, "Can you fucking shut up for once?"
"No!"
Pointing at the Drunken Elder, Zhao Ritian asked, "Just say it! What exactly are you trying to do? Whose side are you on? I've met all five Old Man Wus. You don't scare me!"
The Drunken Elder's eyes widened. "You're pointing at me?! You're pointing your finger at me!?"
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Long Aotian and Lu Chengwen hurriedly stepped in to break it up.
The Drunken Elder raged, "Your master and I are brothers! Even if my disciple went astray, is that the attitude you take when you want answers?! Do you know who you are? Do you know your seniority? Do you understand? You're dishonoring your master and betraying your ancestors!"
Holding his face, Zhao Ritian thought about it. The other man seemed to have a point.
"Why aren't you kneeling yet?!"
Zhao Ritian's lips moved, and he knelt again.
Lu Chengwen looked at him. "You shouldn't have gotten up in the first place."
Long Aotian laughed. "It wasn't pointless. He got four slaps out of it."
The Drunken Elder looked at the three of them.
"Do you think I'm sick in the head?"
Lu Chengwen said, "No, no."
Long Aotian said, "Wouldn't dare."
Zhao Ritian said, "Yeah."
The Drunken