Everyone present: "..."
Twenty-eight beings like Li Mu, killed with one slap by the Lame?
That's an exaggeration if I ever heard one!
But considering the minister's previous attitude, these old men seem to indeed have extraordinary origins…
"Old now! Old now!"
The Lame laughed and waved his hand: "A true man doesn't dwell on past glory!"
The Mute's voice rang out in everyone's minds: "Indeed, it shouldn't be mentioned, now one slap wouldn't even break a single hair of Xiaofan's."
The Lame was furious: "I'm gonna… Mute, are you asking for a fight?"
The Deaf turned his head: "Indeed, not a single hair was broken."
Steam practically coming out of his ears, the Lame stomped back and picked up a bowl of tea, downing it in one gulp.
"Are you a cow?"
The Blind Man frowned: "That's tea, not wine!"
The Lame: "Mind your own business!"
Gangzi rushed into the room and brought out a jacket for Chen Fan.
Chen Fan took the jacket and put it on, then lay back down in the rocking chair.
