Observing All Under Heaven

Wen Buyan rose from the doorframe and grabbed a cushion. Luo Nanxing, somehow, had actually dug out a brick from somewhere.

Mu Qianshan got even more creative. He simply took off one shoe and swung the sole in Dantai Canglan's direction.

Dantai Canglan hurriedly tilted his head to dodge the shoe sole's main assault, but the upper still lightly brushed his ear. No helping it. If he couldn't dodge, he couldn't dodge.

All right, fine—they were just playing around.

Under the siege of those twelve attacks, Dantai Canglan did only one thing: he protected his face with his left hand.

"Not the face!"

The current him was completely different from the Title Douluo who usually presided over a region.

At this moment, Canghai Douluo was surrounded by twelve of his own subordinates, being taken turns "cared for" with weapons like throw pillows, without even the slightest thought of fighting back.

It was not that he did not want to. He really was feeling guilty.

And also...

Stop hitting me, stop hitting me. Any more and I'm going to die.

After making a ruckus for a while, everyone finally stopped.

Not because they were angry, but because almost everything in the Study that could be thrown had already been thrown.

Damn it, if we could beat you, we'd have to let you get a good look at how awesome we are.

Lu Qinghou dusted off his hands and turned to look at Dantai Canglan.

His expression had returned to its usual steadiness, only there was still a trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth that had yet to fade, making that steadiness seem not quite so solemn.

"That's enough fooling around," he said, his tone as if he were announcing the start of a meeting. "Let's talk business,