"Are you out of your mind? Huh? Say something!"
The next day, Mr. Li's phone call woke the two of them from their sleep.
Old Ninth looked utterly bewildered. "What happened?"
Mr. Li launched into a torrent of abuse over the phone, leaving him completely at sea.
"Ming King was beaten so badly he ended up in the hospital. Wasn't it you who sent those hotheads from Hu Du's bunch?"
Mr. Li's roar nearly lifted the roof.
Old Ninth held the phone away and scratched his ear.
"What's going on?"
Little White Tiger looked puzzled.
They had been training with Overlord on the mountain behind the stronghold the whole time and knew nothing about Ming King's situation.
"Hu Du took Er Pang, Black Raccoon, and Zuo Ju into the city. They broke four of Ming King's ribs and even fucking pried open the safe in his house!"
Mr. Li finished in one breath, bewildered himself.
They had charged into the city just to beat up Ming King?
Did Overlord's sworn sons have nothing better to do?
To Mr. Li, this was utterly pointless. Even actually killing Ming King would have been something.
"You're awake?"
As they spoke, Fatty's obese figure entered the room.
Little White Tiger immediately noticed the bruise around Fatty's left eye and the arm hanging in a sling around his neck.
"What happened to you?"
Old Ninth asked despite knowing the answer.
From the look of him, Fatty had clearly been injured fighting Ming King yesterday.
Yet Fatty stubbornly refused to admit it. He raised his chin and grinned proudly. "Nothing. Jerked off too hard and broke my arm."
"Badass, Second Brother." Little White Tiger gave him a thumbs-up.
"Don't listen to his bullshit. We went into the city and fought Ming King yesterday. That old bastard's