Long Aotian was about to explode with rage.
That damn Ming Disha was clearly stirring things up!
Long Aotian strode over and grabbed Ming Disha. "What the hell are you doing?! How long have you been fighting? Can't you just get it over with?!"
Ming Disha punched him in the nose, then turned and went back to controlling the scene.
"Ah, fuck!" Long Aotian covered his nose. "Bastard! I refuse to believe it—today, I'm killing one right in front of you!"
Fulin was dumbfounded.
Through the heavy rain, he had clearly seen Long Aotian grab Red Scarf and speak to him. Not only had Red Scarf not killed him, he had even punched him. That obviously meant... they knew each other too!
What the hell was going on!? Martial Uncle's people had turned traitor? They were running with Lu Chengwen and the others?
Huh!? Where was Lu Chengwen!?
Just as Zhao Ritian was about to succeed, a burst of true energy knocked him back. He turned around furiously. "What now!?"
Sky Net B cried as well. "Yeah, what now!? Either kill us or let us go! What are you trying to do by fighting like this nonstop!?"
As Zhao Ritian fought, his stomach suddenly started growling.
He took two steps back and caught the faintest trace of something. Amid the rain, he could actually smell... the scent of food and liquor.
He turned his head and looked toward the third floor.
Beneath a glass enclosure, two people were drinking together and eating hotpot.
Zhao Ritian recognized Lu Chengwen at once.
He cursed inwardly.
Well, well, Lu Chengwen. No wonder I couldn't find you this whole time. I'm down here working my ass off, while you're upstairs eating and drinking with some rich person.
*And you didn't even call me when