Lu Chengwen drove a pickup loaded with hotpot, some simple tables, chairs, and stools, bamboo charcoal, beef and lamb, vegetables, fruit...
Everyone had been training hard these past few days. First, he wanted to butter up the Drunken Elder a little, hoping he would be in a better mood and scold them less harshly. Second, he wanted to treat Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian to a good meal.
Halfway there, someone suddenly dropped onto the truck.
A bad feeling struck Lu Chengwen, and he slammed on the brakes.
Once the truck came to a stop, a man was already sitting in the passenger seat.
Lu Chengwen looked at him without speaking.
He knew things had gone bad.
With movement arts like that, this guy was definitely in the Gateless Realm.
The man did not look at Lu Chengwen. He stared ahead and calmly said, "Drive."
Lu Chengwen released the brake. "Where to?"
"To find a drunken old man."
Lu Chengwen nodded. "Friend or enemy?"
"Neither." The man said, "I just want his life."
Lu Chengwen drew a deep breath. "We've only just met, but let me offer you some advice for your own good. Don't go. He has a terrible temper."
The man finally turned to look at Lu Chengwen. "Do you think Old Man Wu is the ceiling of human combat power? That anyone who comes after him is just courting death?"
"Based on my past experience, yes."
The man smiled. "Then I'll have to broaden your horizons."
The man took out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Lu Chengwen. The two smoked and chatted in the pickup like friends, but... Lu Chengwen knew this man was an enemy.
Lu Chengwen's mind raced as he searched for a way to save himself.
Then another person climbed into