Another two days passed.
In Lingnan Prefecture, at the inn opposite the Prefectural Yamen.
Sitting beside the tea table, Wu Pangzi asked quietly, "Have Brother Liu and Er Leng sent no further word since yesterday?"
"No."
His fourth adopted son, Owl, answered with a sideways gaze, "But judging by the time, they should reach Prefecture City by tonight at the latest."
Wu Pangzi had been waiting these past two days too, partly to meet the know-it-all, Rotten A San, and partly for Old Liu and Er Leng to join him.
However, Old Liu had only written back last night, claiming that he and Er Leng had been delayed taking care of a small matter, but could set out at daybreak.
Wu Pangzi scoffed at that excuse, thinking, Didn't you just want a good hard session at a brothel before getting to work? As if anyone else didn't have that fucking habit.
But that meant they could not go wandering about for now, or Old Liu and Er Leng might arrive to find them gone.
Wu Pangzi took a sip of tea, looked up at Owl, and asked, "Why do you keep looking outside?"
"You're making fun of me again, Father. Do you think I want to look? My eyes wander that way on their own... I'm facing you squarely as I speak." Owl felt that his father was discriminating against him.
"I've told you ten thousand times to stop practicing that Purple Pupil Technique. Sooner or later, you'll be looking up top and unable to find anything down below," Old Wu teased crudely.
Owl pulled a long face. "I can't find it now either... I rely entirely on experience and technique."
"...!" Wu Pangzi was actually left speechless.
His eight adopted sons practically constituted a zoo gathering, with nicknames like