A few more days passed, and Great Yu's situation on the battlefield went from bad to worse.
Li Ping'an and Old Ox still devoted themselves solely to refining the Sage and Worthy Pill, their ears deaf to everything beyond their windows.
Bang, bang, bang!!
Urgent knocking suddenly rang out.
"Open the fucking door!"
The door had barely opened when two men in their twenties walked in.
One was short and chubby.
The other sported a thin mustache and held a thick, long tobacco pipe.
Their clothes were somewhat ragged, and they had the air of street loafers.
Perhaps like attracted like: Li Ping'an was a loafer himself.
He immediately decided that these two were definitely no officials.
With faces that sleazy, they would put anyone on guard.
"What took you so long to open the door? You dead?!"
Li Ping'an asked, "May I ask who you two are?"
"Who? You don't even recognize your officer?"
The man holding the long pipe spread his wide mouth into a grin, revealing yellow teeth.
His face was covered in whiskers that looked like a heap of tangled weeds.
"So you're officers. What brings you here?"
"What brings us here? The court has a war to fight. Great Yu's very survival is at stake.
"Every hot-blooded man is filled with indignation and volunteers to go to the battlefield.
"Yet here you are, living alone in such a huge courtyard. You deserve to die!"
"Exactly!"
The short, fat man chimed in.
"You may not know this, officers, but I'm only looking after this courtyard for someone else. It isn't mine."
"Cut the fucking crap. Pay up!"
"I have no money."
Li Ping'an spread his hands.
"If you have no money, the ox will do." The short, fat man's gaze landed on Old Ox. An ox