Ma Lu looked at Chen Zhengyi, hoping he would stand up for justice, but to his dismay, the Rabbit Head Person also nodded, "When do we start?"
"Hey, are you guys serious?" Ma Lu panicked for real this time. Each of these three was terrifyingly strong; he was no match for any of them alone, let alone all three together—he'd just have to concede defeat.
"Of course, we're... just kidding. But I do feel like you've become more beatable than before," the hardware store owner said.
"I have the same feeling," Mr. Furball agreed, "Thinking about how I work so hard every day, only to see you end up with a new car, makes me so heartbroken I want to pee in your cup."
"Your pee isn't very lethal," Liliem reminded, "Better to spit in it."
"Do all of you hate me this much?" Ma Lu said, speechless.
"Hate isn't the right word. Precisely, it's envy," the Wandering Sorcerer said, "I envy the fact that you run a restaurant with Old Wang and get to eat such delicious food every day."
