K somersaulted onto the bridge and swung his long sword deftly with one hand to perform a flourish.
"Since we're going to fight, let me see what you've really... What's this smell? What have you been eating in the acid rain!"
"Err, I was wondering why it was getting more sour, just a sec, just a sec..."
Li Pan hurriedly slurped down the rest of his mutton soup, tossed the rice cooker aside, and wiped his mouth.
"K, are you also here to contend for the Holy Grail?"
Leaning on his sword, K glanced at the bloodstain at the corner of Li Pan's mouth, surveyed the scattered remains on the ground, and fell silent in the pouring rain.
Li Pan searched and picked up the Holy Grail, filled with mud, acid rain, and blood, and casually handed it over.
"Here, take it if you want it."
K raised an eyebrow,
"What?"
Li Pan spread his hands,
