Wang Xiaoliang and Zhou Qiang just stared at Luo Bisheng, unable to say a word.
The grilled meat on the table had gone cold and a little black. The liquor in their glasses sat perfectly still, and greasy fingerprints marked the rims.
A former rich young master had fallen into a cesspit, been hauled out by sheer force, washed clean, and set down at a brand-new starting point.
Just hearing the story sent a chill down their backs.
After a long while, Wang Xiaoliang finally raised his glass and clinked it against Luo Bisheng's. The crisp sound broke the silence.
The strong liquor rolled down his throat, its burn clearing his head a little.
"Bisheng, let me ask you something."
Luo Bisheng drained his glass in one gulp. His eyes were frighteningly clear now. "Go ahead, Brother Liang."
"If your third uncle hadn't stepped in and helped you get even, how would you have dealt with Li Laifu?"
Luo Bisheng first broke into a grin. Then the smile slowly faded, and a look mingling ruthlessness and resolve came over his face.
He delivered three words, one at a time.
"I'd kill him."
The air froze.
Wang Xiaoliang and Zhou Qiang looked at him in shock, then at the people around them.
Seeing their wide eyes, Luo Bisheng suddenly snorted, then burst out laughing, rocking back and forth until he nearly cried.
"Just kidding, just kidding!" He waved his hands repeatedly. "I wouldn't dare now. My third uncle and Uncle Wen gave me this life. I can't let them down again."
"You really are the type who asks for a beating," Wang Xiaoliang said with a laughing curse.
"Seriously, what would you do?" He really wanted to know the answer.
Luo Bisheng extended his index finger and tapped his temple.
"Use