Gongxi Chou knew at a glance what sort of nonsense was going through his head. He scoffed. "You really think this is that simple?"
Xun Ding looked sheepish. "It was a little easier than I expected."
He'd honestly thought Gongxi Chou would beat him half to death.
Xun Ding had been around Gongxi Chou for years and knew full well that the man's thought process was anything but normal. Under ordinary circumstances, Gongxi Chou would beat him half to death. At his most extreme, he might kill him outright, then turn around and introduce the young widow to a whole lineup of burly, strapping male lovers to help her out of her grief. Most people would hesitate to lay a hand on Xun Ding because his father was the Minister of Revenue, but Gongxi Chou didn't care about worldly conventions.
If he hit someone, he hit them. If he killed someone, he killed them. It didn't matter if Xun Ding's father was the Minister of Revenue; even if the King of the Underworld were his father, it wouldn't help.
He'd taken a beating tonight, sure, but it hadn't left a mark.
It was far less than Xun Ding had expected.
The corner of Gongxi Chou's mouth twitched. "If A Lai had my cultivation, you two would make a harmonious couple."
There were men in this world who were born with an itch for a beating.
One who could hit, and one who could take it.
Wouldn't they fit together like a lid and its pot?
Xun Ding couldn't wrap his head around the logic between those two things, at least not right away. Gongxi Chou didn't have the time to wait for him to figure it out, either. "Ordinary people and Martial Gall Warriors have different tolerances for pain. I