"Uncle Master, the Elder wants you to come over."
Wang Dihua didn’t even bother to tidy his clothes and went straight over.
Elder Hong Mingtian was there drinking.
In a makeshift straw hut, he sat there, swirling the wine in the Night Light Cup, looking at ease.
Upon seeing the other, Wang Dihua saluted.
He really wanted to drink that cup of wine.
Because he was utterly exhausted.
But before he could ask for that cup of wine, he was met with a barrage of insults.
"Was it you who let that brat treat him?"
"He said he was a doctor, so I just let him try." Wang Dihua explained.
"Try? Can you take responsibility if something goes wrong? Have you consulted me about this? Don’t think just because you’re old, you can ride your seniority. Am I giving you face?" Hong Mingtian cursed while drinking half a cup of wine.
It was as if scolding Wang Dihua became his side dish.
Wang Dihua was too shocked to speak.
He clenched his fists.
He had endured great physical and mental strain to keep them safe, and this is how they treated him?
"Me, my ass! Get that brat over here, I’ll make him a proper doctor!" Hong Mingtian said with a gloomy face.
At this moment, the string of grievance and frustration in Wang Dihua’s heart loosened, and he said, "Alright, I’ll bring him over!"
Damn it, I’ll get that Living Yama to come over right now!
Wang Dihua turned and went back, his sore hip aching.
He looked at Duan Yun, maintaining his Uncle Master’s posture, and said, "You, come over for a moment."
Duan Yun raised an eyebrow and followed him over.
Behind a hidden tree, Wang Dihua knelt on the ground with a thud and said, "Hero, that bastard Hong Mingtian doesn’t appreciate favors, scolded me, and badmouthed you, yet asks you to go over."
Duan Yun raised an eyebrow and said, "Wants me to go over?"
"Hmm? I can’t persuade him otherwise."
Duan Yun nodded and said, "I was going to go over anyway."
After that, he went over.
Actually, even if he wasn’t asked to go over today, he would have gone anyway.
Because he wanted to know the destination.
Just as he approached the straw hut, Duan Yun felt Elder Hong Mingtian’s stern gaze.
Hong Mingtian scrutinized him, his voice gloomy, "Are you from the same hometown as the Madam?"
Duan Yun nodded and said, "I grew up in the same place as the Madam."
Upon hearing this, Hong Mingtian’s face turned even colder.
In fact, he had long suspected his Madam of having an affair with another man, and this suddenly appearing compatriot, both handsome and young, was hard not to suspect.
He felt a vague jealousy and hatred in his heart, so he not only wanted Duan Yun dead but also wanted him uncomfortable.
"The Madam has no discernment, inviting some unworthy folks," Hong Mingtian mocked.
Duan Yun looked at him, gradually understanding, and said, "Yes, the Madam likes to associate with unworthy people. The two moles on her right hip and left chest are quite beautiful. I often see them!"
Hong Mingtian was taken aback.
Afterward, he blinked, only then reacting, his face turning ashen.
"Elder, you wouldn’t want everyone to know about the Madam’s indiscretions with unworthy folks, right?" Duan Yun responded.
Hong Mingtian looked at this brazen scoundrel boldly defying him in front of him, and realized.
This scoundrel knows he’s dying from Blood Life Smoke, is reckless and mad, that’s why he’s so bold!
But, if you don’t act mad, you could survive a few more days as expendables, but this madness, old me will let you know the tragic result of sleeping with my wife.
As he spoke, he moved like a gust of wind next to Duan Yun, grabbing Duan Yun by the shoulder.
His right hand, like pliers, gripped Duan Yun, pulling him into the nearby hidden woods.
"Brat, you’ll soon know that even hoping for death can be a luxury!"
Seeing no one around, Hong Mingtian, afraid of "family disgrace spreading," grimly said.
As the number one inside man of the Young Hero, Uncle Master Wang Dihua had been watching over that side the whole time.
He stood in a high place.
From there, he could even see most of Duan Yun and Hong Mingtian’s bodies.
The next moment, he saw Hong Mingtian kneeling on the ground in anguish, much like he did before.
Young Hero, apply more force, make it more miserable, kill that scoundrel’s teeth!
Duan Yun adhered to tradition, poking to cause enuresis, about to start electrotherapy in an instant.
But it was clear that Hong Mingtian, being an Elder, was much more lively than Old Man Wang.
Worth giving more shock!
Before Duan Yun could start the electricity, this guy was already kneeling there, pleading, "Dad, I was wrong, from now on my wife is my mom, play with her as you please."
Duan Yun was shocked.
So wise to recognize the current situation?
No wonder you’re an Elder!
Without any hesitation, lightning from his palm ruthlessly pierced into the body!
Not far away, Old Man Wang, seeing this, couldn’t help but cheer, "That’s strong!"