"Mr. Luo, at our age, how can you just say whatever comes to mind? If he's lucky, he has to go collect the heads. You're the most skilled among us, so why don't you take the trouble and carry Mr. Wu off to the funeral all by yourself?"
The words weren't pleasant, but Jiang Cheng had a grin on his face. He seemed to be joking more than anything; whoever took him seriously would be the one to lose.
Sure enough, Luo Tianhe didn't get angry. He calmly explained, "You give me too much credit, young Mr. Jiang. If I had enough skill to handle Mr. Wu all by myself, why would I make everyone else go to all this trouble? Unfortunately, my abilities are limited. Asking young Mr. Wang to make this trip on everyone's behalf is a last resort. I believe he's the only one among us who can do it."
With that, Luo Tianhe smiled at the others, his gaze lingering especially on Lin Qianqian and Yuan Shanyuan. "What do you all think?"
Lin Qianqian understood his meaning and stepped forward. She glared at Wang Fugui and sneered, "From what I've seen, Wang Fugui is a good fit. I agree with Mr. Luo's arrangement."
Jiang Cheng widened his eyes in feigned surprise. "From what you've seen? Miss Lin, that bottle beside you looks unfamiliar. It doesn't seem to be the one you dug up before."
Seeing that they'd reached an impasse, Yuan Shanyuan stepped in to smooth things over and suggested that everyone vote by a show of hands.
The old man seemed fair-minded, but he was hiding ill intentions. This was clearly a trap aimed at Wang Fugui. Even if the fat man won, all he'd get was a reprieve from going alone to collect everyone's