"Wait, does that mean every time someone comes, I have to get hit?"
Xiuwen was utterly speechless.
The man in green lay there without moving. He was already penniless anyway, so whatever happened, happened.
"Still think you have the numbers?"
Zhong Chen and Shen Jing emerged from the immortal mist on either side, smiles curling at their lips as they folded their arms, their swagger practically dazzling.
"Who... are you?" the burly young man demanded through gritted teeth.
"Who are we?"
"Hmph, since you have asked so earnestly—"
"Then we shall mercifully tell you."
Zhong Chen and Shen Jing struck exaggerated poses and began dancing before them, their moves so awful they were an assault on the eyes.
Yet neither of them said what came next.
"And then?" the burly young man asked after waiting for ages.
"And then... I forgot the line." Shen Jing scratched his head. "Strange, what was the next sentence again?"
"I seem to have forgotten too. What was it? How strange—I could clearly still remember it just now." Zhong Chen wore an equally troubled expression.
"You're playing me!"
How could the burly young man fail to understand now? He gnashed his teeth in fury, yet there was nothing he could do to the two of them.
The others also came to their senses and glared at them, their faces twisted with rage.
These two were far too hateful!
"Bite me, then! If you've got the guts, bite me!"
Shen Jing patted his backside, swaying his head smugly from side to side. The burly young man and the others turned red with rage.
"No need to be polite. This is my gift to you."
Zhong Chen went right up to the burly young man and began undoing his belt.
"What are you doing? I'm warning you,