"I'll stew you sooner or later."
That was what Shi Hou said.
His tone was vicious.
But when he lowered the little black beast back into the large black pot, he loosened his fingers one by one, his movements as gentle as if he were setting down a freshly cooked soft-boiled egg.
He was terrified of cracking it.
The little black beast landed at the bottom of the pot, gave two soft whimpers in the lingering warmth, then turned three circles on the spot, curled into a furry black ball, and closed its eyes.
The tip of its tail still swayed gently.
Shi Hou stared at that swaying little tail.
He watched for a while.
Then he rubbed his face hard.
"Twenty million... might as well have fed it to a dog."
Shi Hao stood beside him and saw every bit of it clearly.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
But he wisely kept quiet.
Unfortunately, his wisdom lasted only three-tenths of a second.
The next instant.
Shi Hou spun around, kicked off with both legs, and exploded into motion, whipping up a gale as he lunged at Shi Hao.
His right arm swung in a full arc, his palm trailing a fierce wind as he slapped down hard on Shi Hao's backside.
Smack!
The crisp sound echoed through the cave.
Shi Hao staggered from the blow and stumbled forward two steps, utterly bewildered. Then he quickly steadied himself, turned, and put some distance between them.
"Skinny Monkey, why are you hitting me?! It's me, Shi Hao!"
"You're exactly who I'm hitting!"
Shi Hou's eyes bulged, veins standing out on his forehead as he advanced again without stopping.
"You wife-doting maniac! You actually screwed over your brother for your wife's pet!"
Shi Hao could make no sense whatsoever of