9am, the thirtieth of September.
The chief's office of Lingzhou City's Martial Arts Department (MAD).
Duan Tianhe was all smiles over the phone, and laughing heartily from time to time while slapping the table.
Cheng Dongfeng poked his head in from outside the door in surprise then, and looked with concern toward Duan Tianhe as he hung up, exclaiming in surprise, "What's going on with you, Old Duan?"
"Have you lost your mind?"
"I did hear that your wife is moving here to Lingzhou City soon… did that hurt you so much?"
Duan Tianhe pretended as if he did not hear Cheng Dongfeng's sarcasm at all, and walked forward to place both his hands upon Cheng Dongfeng's shoulders, his eyes seemingly ablaze with two radiant flames.
What?
Cheng Dongfeng freed himself and stepped back, casting Eight Trigrams Steps and even releasing his True Qi—if Duan Tianhe would dare to do anything out of line, he would not hold back.
