The tip of the knife pressed down lightly.
Square Face wore a bitter expression. "Your Majesty, this subordinate was useless. I lost."
With a lollipop in his mouth, Potato said happily, "Manager Zhang, this pickled-vegetable old man really is suited to be your master. He can butcher pigs too!"
Zhang Shuhui nodded repeatedly, already calling him master.
Not teacher, but master!
"Master, you must be thirsty after coming all this way, right? I'll get you a jar of good wine to quench your thirst!"
What a sweet tongue.
She scampered into the kitchen to fetch the wine.
The Old Blind Man lifted his chin. "At least this little girl has some sense. This old man is indeed a little thirsty."
Half of Chicken Duke's face emerged from the hole in the ground. He stared gloomily at the Old Blind Man and chuckled. "Heh heh heh, old pal, want to spar with this eunuch?"
"Hmph. I've hated people like you all my life, especially old ones like you."
"You're the one like that! Your whole family is like that! Your Majesty, let this old servant have a go at him!"
"Come on, old sissy."
By the time Zhang Shuhui came out hugging the wine jar, the two old men were already fighting.
They fought from beneath the tree to the grassland, from the grassland to the edge of the cliff, and finally from there onto the cliff wall.
Chicken Duke clung to the mountain wall with one claw while rapidly attacking with his other hand.
The Old Blind Man's butcher knife was wedged into a crack in the stone, and every move he made was deadly.
Zhang Shuhui crouched neatly at the cliff's edge with the wine jar, the Mental Trio, and Xu Rizhao, all of them looking down.
Xu Rizhao