Li Fu felt that it was bizarre enough for these two Patriarchs to come here one after the other, both asking for a hundred men to fight...
The whole thing was downright surreal.
Both families had people backing them from above!
Both families had run into a wall!
Both families wanted a hundred men—fifty simply would not do!
Both families were willing to bleed themselves dry for the benefits...
This was... fucking strange!
Li Fu tried his best to remind him, "Patriarch, you'd better think this over..."
Zhang Jiucheng was beside himself with anxiety. He stamped his foot. "We're wasting time! Brother Li, sit tight. I'll go talk to Old Wang!"
The Li Family Patriarch grabbed Zhang Jiucheng. "Jiucheng, Jiucheng, look at you, why are you in such a hurry? Old Wang already sent out his family's experts! I'll gather the men right away. Just remember to settle things with our branch family afterward!"
Then he turned around. "Li Fu! Cut the crap and go find the eldest young master! Have him pick out a hundred experts to handle this with my brother!"
Li Fu could see it clearly. Zhang Jiucheng was anxious, and his own Patriarch had gotten carried away.
Things had become a little hard to explain. Just as he wanted to say something else, the Li Family Patriarch lost his temper.
"Go! Go! Get the fuck over there! Are you going or not? Want me to kick you to death?"
Li Fu looked aggrieved as he ran toward the back garden.
Back garden.
Zhuge Xiaohua sat in the gazebo, tears as large as beans rolling from her big, crystal-clear eyes.
The sight broke Li Zhenchen's heart.
Did this little girl get upset because I forced myself on her?
*As a scum in gentleman's clothing—no, as a young