Lu Chengwen instantly remembered his master's words.
Three... it was impossible to calculate any further.
Who could have predicted that Zhao Ritian, that reckless fool, would suddenly make a move?
Lu Chengwen had been willing to go to Sky Net, and Long Aotian had backed down too, yet Zhao Ritian suddenly attacked without the slightest struggle or hesitation.
Zhao Ritian had been listening from the back for ages, his little head turning from Lu Chengwen to Long Aotian, then back to Lu Chengwen, then Long Aotian...
He did not understand. What the hell was there to talk about?
Just beat them up and be done with it!
So what if he was Rat Head? So what if he was Drunken Elder's disciple? If they dared come, then they should beat him up!
Even if they had not come, Zhao Ritian had wanted to go to their hideout and beat them up. What was there to discuss?
And they were actually negotiating—whether to go, whether they could retreat unscathed, all that crap... nothing but useless nonsense.
Go? Go screw yourselves!
Zhao Ritian did not have Lu Chengwen's endless worries and benevolence and righteousness, nor did he have Long Aotian's grand vision, choices, Heavenly Mandate, humanity... all those lofty sentiments and profound thoughts...
His motto in life was simple: fight first, talk later!
Thus, Zhao Ritian leaped into the air and charged straight at Rat Head, throwing a punch.
Rat Head blocked it with one hand, his brows tightly furrowed in rage. "Why did it have to be an idiot like you?!"
Though his fist was blocked, Zhao Ritian twisted his body and kicked out.
Rat Head used one hand to sweep the kick aside with his cane and snarled, "With your pathetic skills..."
Before he could finish, Zhao Ritian made a