Rat Head was in an awful mood.
He had accidentally fallen near this deserted island, only to have the rotten luck of being ridden like a surfboard by some brat.
He was old, after all. In a normal fight, he should have been able to beat ten Zhao Ritians with ease. Unfortunately, the battlefield had been in the sky.
Zhao Ritian was young and strong, and he had the Emperor Fire Seed. The high-altitude environment had barely affected him.
But once Rat Head ran short of breath, weaknesses appeared everywhere.
He had suffered the greatest humiliation—truly the greatest humiliation.
So when he saw The Three Little Ones bouncing around so cheerfully again, it was easy to imagine how furious he was.
The Three Brothers were all stunned when they saw Rat Head.
Zhao Ritian could hardly believe it. "You're still alive?"
Rat Head was alive, but his body was covered in wounds.
He gripped his cane. "Yes. Sorry to disappoint you, you little bastard."
Zhao Ritian nodded. "Fucking disappointing. I was really hoping you'd fallen to your death!"
Rat Head looked at Lu Chengwen. "Lu Chengwen, now that you've seen me, you know you don't stand a chance, right? Does our previous agreement still count?"
Lu Chengwen burst out laughing. "We're not in the sky or inside an airplane anymore. Agreement, my ass! The three of us brothers are more than enough to take on you alone."
"Oh?"
Rat Head sneered. "CEO Lu suddenly got confident."
Long Aotian said, "Enough nonsense. This isn't a place for you to hunt us down. This is... a situation where we'll be keeping you here."
"Keeping me here? Heh. Forgive my bluntness, but with the likes of you, even if you trained for another ten years, you probably still wouldn't have that ability."
"What!?