Mathematical Bliss (Twenty-Three)
"Wonderful!"
As it turned out, there was a reason he had made it into the Brotherhood's leadership.
To Fu Qian's delight, the old man with the Yin-Yang Head had spat out the last of the broken teeth in his mouth. The next moment, he didn't charge in to strike back. He actually applauded right where he stood.
"Looks like you really have brought me something interesting. I didn't wait here for nothing."
He hadn't even wiped the blood from his face, and his words carried a carefree, youthful bravado.
Even the clarity of his speech showed that he wasn't simply trying to reclaim his pride. Some genuine excitement was driving him.
That wasn't surprising. The essence of this kind of performance art was to go wild within certain limits.
The Brotherhood's Incense Hall might be priceless, but having it wrecked and trampled by an invading traitor was an equally rare twist of fate.
Fu Qian didn't think the old man had anticipated all this. Before seeing it for real, no one would overestimate their own capacity for madness to this extent.
But the old man's mind clearly hadn't gone completely rigid. He'd still managed a splendid response.
In that regard, Brother with Thick Eyebrows, who had taken Holun's Incense Burner in the mouth, had fared even worse.
The Incense Burner had hit him across the bridge of the nose, so he'd been struck first. He was only just starting to recover, tears still streaming down his face.
"First, break both his legs... then we can talk about what comes next..."
Of course, his miserable state hadn't affected the domineering way Brother with Thick Eyebrows spoke.
As he spoke, he flung open his robe and pulled a weapon from his leg. It looked half like a saber and