Hun Tiangang grabbed a pork knuckle and stuffed it into his clothes.
Zhao Ritian panicked. "Master, I was saving that for tonight—"
Slap!
Hun Tiangang turned and walked away.
Zhao Ritian covered his face. "For a midnight snack."
Hun Tiangang stood there, glaring around furiously. "Which one of you is an expert?!"
Chou Baihen narrowed his eyes. "Tiangang, you really don't recognize me anymore? Or are you pretending to be crazy here? Hehehe. Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll keep you alive. And look at yourself now—tsk, tsk, tsk. I told you, immortality is the Heavenly Dao! In the end, people can't defeat the passing years. You've grown senile, but I... I'm still the same as I was back then."
"The same as back then?"
"Of course."
Chou Baihen burst into laughter, then stared at Hun Tiangang. "I still have a strong body, a young soul, and true energy stronger and more solid than any of yours! This is the power immortality has given me. With this power, I can outlast you and those five or six other old fools until you die! Aside from you people, none of the younger generation is worth mentioning in my eyes!"
Hun Tiangang suddenly moved. Excitement flashed in Chou Baihen's eyes. "Here he comes! Hahaha! Good! Let me see whether you, Hun Tiangang, at your age, still have even a few tenths of your former—"
Slap!
A resounding slap across the face!
Chou Baihen was completely stunned.
Hun Tiangang stood in midair, lifting a foot to take off his shoe.
Everyone was shocked by that move.
That was Chou Baihen!
Chou Baihen!
Chou Baihen's subordinates had no idea what had happened. Chou Baihen himself was dazed, clutching his face while two bodyguards held him up.
After standing there blankly for several seconds,