Old Zheng froze. "Ming Disha? He-he-he-he... he's in the USA?"
"He is, and he isn't."
Old Zheng looked at Lu Chengwen, unable to keep his expression under control. "That's... quite cryptic."
Lu Chengwen leaned forward and moved closer to Old Zheng, who hurriedly leaned in as well.
"He secretly came to the USA. Of my twenty billion, a full twenty-one billion was snatched away by him. Tell me, how much do you think he made?"
Old Zheng sat up straight. "Then hasn't he already run off?"
Lu Chengwen shook his head. "Not necessarily."
"Not necessarily?"
"That scumbag Ming Disha loves stirring things up, getting all sorts of jianghu heroes to slaughter each other while he watches from the sidelines. When I'd just entered the martial world, I suffered at his hands."
"What kind of suffering?"
"It's a long story. Anyway, if you run into him, you'd best steer clear. As for the twenty billion, just pretend this never happened..."
Old Zheng waved a hand. "Lu Chengwen, honestly, it's not like I haven't heard of Ming Disha, but I'm not afraid of him either."
"Really?"
"Lin Jiangxian fought him to a draw, and I drew with Lin Jiangxian too!"
He'd probably draw with a kid in the senior kindergarten class too, you backwoods hick.
Lu Chengwen said, "Then you'll have to figure something out yourself."
Old Zheng asked, "How do we contact him?"
Lu Chengwen laughed. "Old Zheng, if I could contact him, I'd... Who in the world can contact Ming Disha?"
"That's true."
Old Zheng understood that much.
"But how had he timed it so perfectly? Hmm? Cheng Wen."
"Maybe... someone tipped him off, covered for him, or maybe he bribed someone, and then they..."
"Wait!"
Old Zheng seemed to recall something. "At the time... he was stabbed by me,