When Se Kong and Muni, carrying two large bags of snacks, returned to the ruinous building, Wenle was sitting on the ground, counting ants out of boredom.
Muni casually tossed a taro-flavored Snowflake Cup to Wenle, "Tonight I'll take Muni to meet Zhao Jianzhong, you go help me steal the pit back. Those people from the Yan Zhao Club, unless they hide in the auction and don't come out, just kill them all. Any problems with that?"
Wenle shook the Snowflake Cup in his hand at Se Kong, "This is all the benefit you give me, it's so hard to work for you."
Se Kong's smile was radiant, "You told me just yesterday not to doubt your loyalty to Sifan. Are you lying to me?"
Wenle hurriedly raised his hands, "No problem. But with my little cobbled-together Feng Shui Skill, I can fool a few charlatans, but for the pit, the Dragon Vein, I'm helpless."
"Release that old man, I have something to say to him."
