"I have neither grievance nor enmity with Your Excellency, so why do you insult This Revered Monk's intelligence?"
"Words spoken are like shit once it's been shat out—how can you swallow them back?"
Fahai and Wu De both shot him sidelong looks. What was called refusing to admit defeat? This was refusing to admit defeat.
Fuck, this bull's hide was thicker than a city wall. He was dead set on denying it.
"Gentlemen, is the grilled meat good?" Qin He spoke up at this moment.
"Good." Fahai nodded, swallowing a skewer in one bite as he spoke. The golden grease had even streaked to the corners of his eyes.
"It has a flavor all its own." Wu De nodded as well, but said, "That doesn't cancel out the matter of you crashing into us. This bull must give us an explanation today."
"Right, it must give us an explanation," Fahai echoed.
"Then... how much grilled meat would settle this explanation?" Qin He smiled faintly.
"Grilled meat is merely food. How can it be mentioned in the same breath as a matter of digni—" Wu De shook his head outright, but before he could finish—
Fahai crossed two skewers in an X. "Ten meals."
Wu De froze and looked at Fahai in disbelief. He kicked him under the table, and the expression on his face was exactly the same as Lamborghini's earlier expression.
"Done!" Qin He settled it with one word, then said to Old Ape, who had just walked over, "Serve these two gentlemen a few more hearty dishes."
"Yes, sir," Ma Fei hurriedly answered.
Wu De's mouth twitched a few times. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing more.
That pig Fahai had sold their chance to shake them down for ten meals of