Zhao Laoqi suddenly appeared in the doorway, nearly scaring the soul out of me.
I stared blankly at him, embarrassed and at a complete loss.
This old man was uncanny. He had actually predicted we would come tonight.
"You're certainly early."
Zhao Laoqi said darkly, "Coming into someone else's home without the owner's permission-what do you call that?"
He's already caught me anyway. What the hell am I afraid of?
"What, like you've never broken into someone's house? Don't get all high and mighty with me. I'll just leave, then."
With that, I climbed onto the windowsill and was about to jump down.
But I had clearly underestimated Zhao Laoqi. He had no intention of letting me leave. He lunged over and yanked me back.
I hit the floor hard, nearly knocking the wind out of myself.
"Seventh Master, there's no need for this. We all know each other. Don't get physical..."
Before I even finished speaking, I wrapped my arms around his lower leg, ready to take him down.
But this old man had training, and he was built almost like Meng Yifan. He gave me no chance to bring him down and kicked straight at me.
I wasn't a trained fighter, and I couldn't defend against one. His kick instantly sent me sliding away with a scream.
Just then, a burly figure rushed through the doorway and charged straight into Zhao Laoqi.
Caught completely off guard, he took the collision head-on. With his age, he naturally couldn't withstand Meng Yifan's charge and was sent flying on the spot.
But he must have been a tough customer in his younger days. He didn't make a sound as he went flying, and he quickly scrambled up from the floor, pointing at Meng Yifan and me.
"You little bastards! Now you're