Lighting a Fire Under Senior Disciple Brother

Lu Chengwen looked at Long Aotian.

"Senior Disciple Brother, can you be a little more serious? Didn't you want to slap me to death outside just now?"

Long Aotian felt deeply ashamed and guilty.

"Yes, yes, yes. Outside, I really did want to slap you to death, Junior Brother. But now... why can't I find that feeling anymore?"

Luo Shiyin frowned tightly. "Because you know in your heart that fighting CEO Lu is meant to get us out sooner. So subconsciously, you see this as cooperation, not a battle to the death. That's why... you can't reach the same momentum and state you had outside."

Long Aotian nodded. "Shi Yin is right! That's exactly it!"

Lu Chengwen grew anxious. "That won't do! If you don't want to kill me, how are we getting out? If you're not angry or hateful, are we supposed to grow old and die here?"

Long Aotian said, "You... give me some time. Let me work myself up. Let me work myself up."

Long Aotian took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to encourage himself and find the feeling.

"Lu Chengwen, you bastard! You swindled me out of tens of billions and even abducted two of my subordinates! I want to tear out your tendons and skin you alive! Mm!"

Long Aotian opened his eyes, his gaze blazing. "All right, I can do it now!"

Lu Chengwen nodded. "Good! Let's begin!"

"Fallen Dragon Regrets!"

"Great Sage Divine Might!"

Lu Chengwen stomped his feet in anger. "No, Senior Disciple Brother, what exactly are you thinking? Is it really that hard? Just hate me and want to kill me! Is that really so hard for you?"

Long Aotian hurriedly explained.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry... Sorry, Cheng Wen, I really... I've really been trying hard to hate you,