All three of them were covered in wounds.
Which just showed how impressive they were! How damn badass!
They could still fight with injuries this severe!
Over there:
"Fuck your uncle! Ah—!"
"I'm gonna fucking kill you all! Yah—!"
"It all comes down to this move! You two sons of bitches, ah—!"
Over here:
"Five champions! Six sixes! Brothers together! Keep fighting! Stop and you're done for! Done means useless! Useless means..."
"You're wrong! Drink! Drink!"
"Hahahaha! If you're useless, keep fighting! Take it!"
"I'm stuck. They're shouting too loud; it's messing with me, messing with me."
"Drink, drink, drink! Don't nurse your drink!"
Over there:
Xiao Chongshan cried, "I'm begging you, let me kill Long Aotian. I really... if I don't kill him, my brothers and I are going to have a miserable rest of our lives. I'm begging you."
Tears streamed down the Left General's face. "You think you've got it bad? Could you possibly have it worse than me? Once you hear my story, you'll know that your little problems aren't even problems compared to mine!"
Feng Guiyun was crying too. "Why? Why are we doing this? You two can be my fathers, all right? Just let me kill Lu Chengwen!"
Xiao Chongshan burst into tears. "You still want to kill Lu Chengwen! How the fuck am I supposed to explain it to you? Should I kneel and kowtow to you!? Lu Chengwen can't die. If he dies, I... I fucking..."
The three of them wailed as though their parents had died.
Over here.
Zhuge Xiaohua was held in Lu Chengwen's arms, her cheeks bright red. Every so often, she shyly glanced up at him, then quickly lowered her head again.
With Zhuge Xiaohua in his arms, Lu Chengwen argued with Zhao Ritian. "You skipped a drink