The old swindler came straight out with a sentence: "Scram!"
Qin Shou, tilting his head, said, "Are you sure you won't take it out?"
The old swindler nodded resolutely.
Qin Shou sighed and said, "Monkey brat, it's over to you!"
Sun Wukong, carrying his Golden Cudgel, walked right over, and the old swindler promptly pulled out a section of green jade bamboo with blood-colored tear stains on it, then threw it directly to Qin Shou.
Qin Shou chuckled and said, "Monkey brat, why do you take out a stick when you're told to talk? Come, come, come, we're all good brothers here, sit down and chat. Old swind... cough, cough, Taixu True Master, come sit, don't be angry now, haha..."
The old swindler now didn't even have the interest to look at him, but was glancing sideways at Hua Zhongyao. He always felt that the old man looked a bit familiar, yet he just couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
