Lu Chengwen was no longer angry in an instant.
That was because, by deduction—
Judging by how furious Shan Jianqing was this time, coupled with the fact that even Xiao Chongshan, who had just been taught a lesson, was beside himself with rage, and Bimuyu, who had always played peacemaker, had lost his composure to the point of disregarding his status and hurling curses...
Given the circumstances, whatever Martial Uncle had done behind the scenes must have been incredibly satisfying.
And since the three of them refused to explain why, merely saying that they knew perfectly well what they had done, it meant Ming Disha had disgusted them to the very depths of their souls.
Disgusted them so badly that they could not say it, were too embarrassed to say it, and had no face to say it.
That narrowed the possibilities considerably.
Either Martial Uncle had fucked all three of them at once, or he had made the three of them fuck each other, or... it involved Martial Uncle's specialty—the whole shit, piss, and fart department.
In any case, saying it aloud would be humiliating for them.
Lu Chengwen immediately felt much better. The angrier they got, the happier he became.
Suppressing a laugh, Lu Chengwen thought, I should treat Martial Uncle better from now on.
Parting the crowd, Lu Chengwen wore a warm smile, as refreshing as a spring breeze.
He was courteous and mild-looking.
He was gentle and modest, his tone soft.
"Everyone, esteemed seniors, esteemed elders."
Once Lu Chengwen stepped forward to speak, things finally quieted down somewhat.
Lu Chengwen spoke unhurriedly. "My junior brother truly is mischievous. Perhaps he did something that upset you all. How about this? What did he do? Say it in front of all these heroes of the martial world!"
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