The Man in sportswear's brows shot up. "With our setup, what do we have to fear? If that fool's stupid enough to come looking for us, then he can't blame us for sending him to his grave!"
The Man in Tang suit's lips curled. With a snap, he opened his folding fan and began fanning himself slowly. "Old Wu is right. Fortune favors the bold." He leaned forward, wearing a mysterious smile, and spoke in an encouraging tone. "Gentlemen, don't forget: ever since that incident, the positions of both minister and deputy minister have been vacant. If we take this man's head..."
"Heh heh. The minister's position is hard to call, but the deputy minister's is as good as mine." The Man in sportswear clenched his fist, his expression alight with a strange excitement. His voice dropped low. "To be honest, I picked quite a few capable fighters from my family this time. They're lying in wait nearby, just waiting for the word to surround and kill him!"
"Times have changed. Even our Old Wu knows how to scheme now." The Man in Tang suit narrowed his eyes and teased him.
The Man in sportswear, whom they called Old Wu, looked disdainful. He rolled his neck, joints cracking, then shot the Man in Tang suit a sidelong glance. "Cut the act, you sour scholar. When I got here, I sensed a few unfamiliar presences nearby, hiding in the woods. Heh, those are your people, aren't they?"
The Man in Tang suit laughed heartily and waved a hand. "Just a little precaution, in case of trouble. I hope you'll forgive me, Brother Wu."
The Man in sportswear scoffed. Resting his hand on the table, he tapped its surface lightly and said meaningfully, "Brother Song certainly knows how to plan ahead. Seems