Two Living Comedians

The two men were whispering to each other. They were two of the sworn brothers from Tang Pan's group. It was clear they had been close for a long time and were kindred spirits. Even after leaving Tang Pan, they had stuck together.

Though they had spoken flippantly about women, the moment they turned to serious matters, both their expressions grew solemn, and their voices grew heavy.

This mission was no joke. They had no doubt that if they failed to complete it within the allotted time, Lord Tree Ancestor would start cutting people down again.

"Old Xia, I'm not one to gossip behind people's backs, but I think Lord Tree Ancestor's getting a little desperate this time. Going by what it said at first, we're supposed to find information on a survivor base with more than fifty people within twenty-four hours. Almost nobody could pull that off. Do you think you could?"

Old Xia gave a strange grin. "A-Gui, that's why you can only sneak a peek at your cousin bathing, while I get to hold her in my arms when we sleep. You're younger than me, and you're way better-looking. Back when we were both working stiffs, neither of us made more money than the other. So do you know why?"

That hit a nerve.

A-Gui had always been baffled by this. He had always felt bitter about it. By every measure, he seemed better than Old Xia, so why did that greasy, bald old man have such luck with women while A-Gui couldn't get a date?

A-Gui could hear the mockery in Old Xia's voice. He grunted irritably. "Then why don't you tell me? It's because you're willing to spend money, right? You'd make five thousand and spend three thousand of it on women."

"Bullshit. I had