"What the hell are you laughing at?"
Looking at the grinning Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, Zhao Wuji seethed with anger and slapped Ma Hongjun hard on the back of the head.
"I'd only just lain down, and you lot started causing trouble. It's the middle of the night! Couldn't you pick a better time? All of you, go back to bed."
The heavy blow sent Ma Hongjun stumbling. Clutching his buzzing, fat head, he muttered pitifully:
"Huh? But we haven't had dinner yet."
Zhao Wuji snapped:
"Eat, eat, eat! What dinner? You're not eating."
Ma Hongjun looked aggrieved.
"Oh..."
The corner of Dai Mubai's mouth twitched. The dishes they had ordered hadn't even arrived yet, and they had already paid-with his money, no less. Surely letting it all go to waste wasn't right?
Besides, everyone had spent the whole day traveling and was exhausted from running. If they couldn't have something hot to warm their stomachs, were they supposed to go back and gnaw on dry rations?
Dai Mubai was inwardly speechless, but he dared not say anything more, afraid Zhao Wuji would fly into a savage rage and drag him outside to cross swords-er, to spar.
Seeing this, Xiao Wu, the Rogue Rabbit, poked her head out from behind Tang San and snickered.
Hearing her laughter, Zhao Wuji abruptly turned toward Tang San and Xiao Wu.
"And you two. That girl from Canghui Academy was only a Support Spirit Master. She had no combat ability herself, and she had already turned to flee. Knocking her down would have been enough."
"Why did you strike so viciously and try to kill her?"
Tang San and Xiao Wu faltered, their smiles freezing on their faces.
Zhao Wuji continued without pause:
"We're here to hunt for spirit rings, not to kill