We Just Want to Lie Flat

Lu Chengwen was exhausted.

Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian were no better off.

After everything they had gone through today, all three of them were battered and bruised, utterly drained in both body and mind.

Now that the outside enemies had retreated, the three men finally relaxed their taut nerves. They simply sprawled out on the ground together, staring blankly at the sky.

Each of them slowly circulated their cultivation techniques, healing their injuries.

They stared into space as they chatted.

At that moment, the ground began to tremble. They could tell that many cars were approaching from afar, and they all sounded like powerful, high-performance vehicles.

Lu Chengwen said weakly, "Which one of you is going to check what's going on?"

Long Aotian lay on the ground as well. "Damn it, I'm the Senior Disciple Brother. Since when did you get to order people around? You go take a look."

Lu Chengwen sighed. "Brother Ritian, you're the youngest. Go see who it is."

Zhao Ritian said, "I'm not going. I'm tired too. Those two underlings of Bai Mengyi's hit really hard. I'm covered in injuries."

The three of them remained motionless, all sluggish and lazy.

Lu Chengwen sensed that something was wrong. The cars seemed to be heading straight toward the three of them, and they were already very close.

Lu Chengwen looked up and saw modified luxury cars charging in through the barricade one after another.

As soon as they entered, they circled around the three men, revving their engines thunderously.

Lu Chengwen took one look and recognized the rich second-generation brat he had raced against.

The cars all shut off.

Gu Xiaochen got out of one car and slammed the door shut with an imposing air.

"You still recognize me, right?"

Lu Chengwen simply lay back down.