Long Aotian flew into a rage on the spot!
He grabbed Lu Chengwu by the collar, a glint of frost flashing through his cold eyes.
His voice turned low, icy, merciless, and... had all sorts of other pretentious adjectives that readers could fill in themselves. In short, it was incredibly badass.
"Lu Chengwu, you scammed me out of my money? Have you weighed how much you're worth? Can you bear my wrath? Even your brother would obediently tuck his tail between his legs in front of me. And you dare set me up?"
Lu Chengwu was utterly fearless.
He looked at Long Aotian as though he were looking at an idiot.
"Are you threatening me?"
"You can understand it that way."
Lu Chengwu turned around directly and faced Long Aotian head-on.
"What are you going to do? Beat me to death?"
Long Aotian sneered. "I won't let you off that easily..."
Lu Chengwu said, "You martial artists, whenever anything happens, the first thing that comes to mind is solving it with your fists. If fists could solve everything, humanity would never have invented money."
"Y-you... what are you talking about..."
Lu Chengwu pressed forward, walking toward Long Aotian as Long Aotian slowly backed away.
"Do you know why this world is driven by economics rather than force?"
"I... don't know..."
"Because as long as humans multiply and develop, society emerges. Society creates classes and interests, and interests circulate and interact..."
"What are you even talking about?"
"In the earliest days, fists, broadswords, and spears could win you the world and bring in the greatest profits. But times are changing, and humanity is advancing. If you have fists but no brains, you can't hold on to anything. Our interests are all tangled together. To resolve these issues, do you really think