The Three Brothers were in low spirits.
None of them could stand the sight of the others.
Lu Chengwen looked at Zhao Ritian. "Why did you go in again?"
Zhao Ritian said, "Long Aotian's acting was completely unconvincing! Could I have stayed out? If I hadn't gone in, wouldn't Huo Wenting have suspected we were deceiving her?"
Lu Chengwen slapped his forehead and gritted his teeth. "She already believed us!"
"Impossible!" Zhao Ritian said. "What kind of acting was that from Long Aotian? I recognized him right away!"
Long Aotian looked at him. "Did that even require recognizing? You already knew it was me! When are you going to... stop thinking so much? Being stupid and loving to overthink is the most annoying thing, you know?"
Zhao Ritian said, "I admit that my performance this time wasn't very good either."
The other two said in unison, "You shouldn't have performed at all!"
Lu Chengwen said gloomily, "Great. Huo Wenting is now convinced we were lying to her. Heh, we've become Team B."
Long Aotian said, "It's fine. The Elder Council's people are protecting Huo Wenting, so they should be doing their utmost."
"Let's hope so."
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
A familiar voice came from outside, lowered to a whisper. "Me!"
All three of their eyes lit up.
"Martial Uncle!?"
Lu Chengwen's first reaction was to hurry and open the door, lest this bastard expose himself.
The moment the door opened, Ming Disha entered, dragging an unconscious person behind him.
The Three Brothers seemed utterly unsurprised by this.
"Who's this?"
Ming Disha sat down and wiped his sweat. "Get me some water first."
He gulped down several mouthfuls.
Lu Chengwen asked again, "What's going on? Why are you in the USA? And what's with this