Volume Two, Chapter 27

Sickness still lingering, anger surged into his chest, his lung lobes stabbed with pain, and his throat churned with an agitation that could cough up a storm. "Don't tell me you plan to go out looking for Pig Kid looking like this?" He wasn't sending Wei Chenmu, but going to look for her himself in this state? Hey, hey, they needed to negotiate this. "Hey! If you go looking for her like this, isn't that a bit foul play?"

"What foul play?"

"You're all sickly like this. If you happen to find Pig Kid, wouldn't she be moved to a complete mess by you? Then how am I supposed to play? Aren't you calling this foul play?"

"Snort..."

"You still dare to snort at me?"

"To be honest, I really don't understand where you get the confidence to snatch Little Eight from me. Little Eight doesn't even regard you as a man, all right? Your-- Ma-- jesty!"

"..." He had remained silent all along, letting him provoke him—turns out he was harboring a trump card?

Standing up, he walked out without a word, only to be yanked back by Li Chenjing. "Leave the clues, and then you can scram."

"Little Jing, crossing the river and demolishing the bridge still requires waiting until someone has actually built the bridge." Zhao Huangpu shook his head, but time and tide waited for no man. Even though he greatly regretted it now, he could only hand the matter of finding Pig Kid over to the person who should least be given it, though... he wasn't completely without a winning hand either. He suddenly stared with playful amusement at the panting Li Chenjing, parted his lips, and spat out his so-called clue. "Although I can't be completely certain yet, the most likely clue is... Rongrong."