Zhang Xiaohua sensed the worry in Zhang Xiaohu's eyes, laughed, and said to He Tianshu, "Such a simple trick, that big black guy couldn't see through it. He must have been reciting sutras all day and ruined his head."
After speaking, he laughed, and He Tianshu also followed, "Maybe, maybe, perhaps. Hahaha!"
Zhang Xiaohu also chuckled softly, which must have been a different kind of laugh from He Tianshu's.
The three of them chatted idly for a while, and as the sky turned dark, Zhang Xiaohua changed the topic with an eye for silver, asking, "Captain He, you said that I helped your Misty Sect to save face, even if it's not much credit, there's still a little bit of hard work, right? Do you think Gang Master Ou would reward me with something?"
