"Hahaha, I was wondering what it was. So that's how it is."
Upon hearing Zhao Lie's words, Wang Wusheng burst into hearty laughter, his gaze blazing as he spoke:
"I've been entangled in grudges with Zhang Mazi and Wang Ergou for so many years that I know every trick they possess like the back of my hand."
"Year after year, I've also investigated their mountain stronghold, its situation as clear to me as the lines on my palm."
Wang Wusheng stroked his beard with a smile. "Since you two have the courage to fight, everything else can be discussed. Come into the manor so we can talk."
"In that case, things are simple. We'll trouble Manor Lord Wang, then."
Unable to help himself, Zhao Lie exchanged a glance with Li Chengfeng. He then cupped his fists toward Wang Wusheng and spoke with a smile.
"This junior once saw the bounty notices for these West Mountain bandits in Green Mountain City's Martial Hall, yet no one ever dared accept them. For Senior Wang to bear such deep enmity toward these bandits truly speaks of a hero's bearing."
Li Chengfeng, too, smiled and cupped his fists. "Old Hero Wang, this deed of yours is truly admirable."
"Hahaha, nothing much, nothing much. Come in and talk, come in and talk."
Wang Wusheng laughed heartily.
Li Chengfeng and Zhao Lie looked at each other. Neither hesitated or delayed; after readily agreeing, they followed Wang Wusheng into his courtyard together.
After they entered the courtyard, the middle-aged martial artist beside Wang Wusheng swiftly gave instructions to the steward, who hurried inside to order the servants to make preparations.
By the time Li Chengfeng, Zhao Lie, and Wang Wusheng had chatted their way to the manor's tea room, maids had already swept it clean and served