In Long Aotian's left ear, Lu Chengwen was flirting with a girl and taking liberties with her.
In his right ear, Zhao Ritian was beating Bu Ersun senseless and cursing him nonstop.
His composure was shattered.
At last, he coughed up blood.
He tipped his head back with a long sigh. Two glistening tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.
These two junior brothers were treasures sent from heaven just for me!
He let out a breath, pushed himself up from the ground, and walked out of the cave beneath the rockery.
Zhao Ritian was busy pummeling Bu Ersun. He looked up. "Huh!? Poop-Spraying Dragon!? What are you doing here? Perfect timing. Let's beat him up together! He's a bad guy!"
Long Aotian looked at Zhao Ritian, then suddenly kicked him square in the face.
Zhao Ritian flew backward and rolled a long way before coming to a stop.
Bu Ersun pushed himself upright. His face was bruised and swollen, and his nose kept bleeding. He looked back at Long Aotian. "Nice kick! I'm on your side."
But then he saw Long Aotian's cold gaze, and the deep hatred in it.
"Uh... I... Whatever's going on between you brothers, I'm staying out of it. I should... Ow, my hair!"
Long Aotian grabbed him by the hair, yanked him close, and started hitting him!
He beat him mercilessly!
Zhao Ritian had been about to lose his temper. He got up, wiped the blood from his nose, and was ready to explode when he saw Long Aotian beating Bu Ersun.
He was baffled. Lost.
He couldn't make sense of it. Something felt off. None of this followed any logic.
"What the hell? If you wanted to beat him up, why'd you kick me first!?"
Long Aotian threw another punch, one