Chapter 492 I Don't Treat You as a Human Being
Sima Jiannan, draped in a cloak, sat before the coffee table, gently wiping his long sword.
"Any news? Who am I fighting?"
His subordinate pushed up his glasses: "Chen family's second, Chen Sanjin, and Sun Hu of the Sun family, known as the Downhill Tiger."
Sima Jiannan revealed a smile.
"What do you think?"
"Sun Hu's strength is decent, but definitely no match for Chen Sanjin. So, he will most likely ally with you. We can first team up with Sun Hu to eliminate Chen Sanjin, then eliminate Sun Hu."
Sima Jiannan smiled: "No, I want to team up with Chen Sanjin to eliminate Sun Hu."
"Hmm?" The subordinate was very surprised, but quickly showed a calm smile: "You want to defeat Chen Sanjin single-handedly in front of everyone."
"Correct!" The treasured sword in Sima Jiannan's hand was suddenly thrown out, directly sheathing itself.
Stood up, staring at his subordinate: "Chen Sanjin is arrogant and boundless. And the strength he displayed today is truly terrifying! Everyone was scared by their three Chen brothers, hahahaha!"
The subordinate also smiled: "Yes, their trump cards were revealed too early. Now the three brothers are in the limelight. But Young Master also needs to be careful. Chen Sanjin's true qi is very strange. Compared to ordinary people, his true qi is truly much stronger. When fighting him, some preparation is needed."
"Just a mere mortal. Listen to the name, Chen Sanjin, hehe, sounds like a pork seller."
Sima Jiannan sighed deeply: "Tomorrow, I will no longer hide my strength. I will let everyone see clearly, who exactly is the king of this arena!"
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Ma Bucun, bare-chested, a towel over his head, his sinewy muscles glistening with sweat, reflecting light.
Exhaled a turbid breath, opened his eyes: "Who am I fighting tomorrow?"
"Unfortunately, one of them is Chen Sandun, that reckless fellow from today."
Ma Bucun smiled: "Excellent."
"Good?"
"I don't like small fry. Chen Sandun is precisely my adversary. Who's the other one?"
"It's Lang Jianyu."
"Oh? A bit troublesome."
"Not being Li Chengze or Zhan Bo is already very good."
"Mm."
Ma Bucun stood up, pulled on a jacket: "Let's go visit Chen Sandun."
"Want to win him over in advance?"
"Mm." Ma Bucun put on a suit, tied his tie, adjusted his clothes in the mirror: "Regardless of the result this time, the Chen family has become famous. Three sons all high-level masters among Shangsimen. Hehe, making some connections is always good. Maybe they can be recruited under my command in the future."
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Chen Sandun, our great hero Zhao Ritian, was eating.
A whole roasted suckling pig on the table, several side dishes beside it. He ate very happily.
Someone knocked on the door. He, with greasy mouth and hands: "Come in!"
Ma Bucun pushed open the door and walked in.
Zhao Ritian said: "Waited for you for ages, brought the oil dish, right?"
Ma Bucun coughed: "Brother Chen Sandun, hello, my name is Ma Bucun."
"Ma Bucun?" Zhao Ritian paused, face and hands oily, motionless: "Then did you bring the oil dish?"
Ma Bucun cursed inwardly: Big idiot.
"I mean, my name is Ma Bucun, not a waiter. I am your opponent for tomorrow's battle."
"Ah!" Zhao Ritian had a sudden realization: "Then do you have an oil dish?"
Ma Bucun got angry: "I damn well am Ma Bucun, not a waiter, no oil dish! What the hell do you know besides eating?"
"Why are you getting angry? Eaten yet? Eat some together?"
Ma Bucun waved his hand: "No need to be polite, I've already eaten."
"Oh, then can you help me get an oil dish?"
Ma Bucun looked at Zhao Ritian: "Can't you just make do without an oil dish for one bite?"
Zhao Ritian sighed: "Ai, alright. By the way, what was your name again?"
"My name is Ma Bucun! Ma Bucun! Ma! Bu! Cun!"
"Aiya, name's so hard to remember." Zhao Ritian got up to dial room service: "Wei! I said the oil dish I wanted? Oil dish! Right right right, been asking for ages! Still not delivered! Hurry up, the suckling pig will be all eaten soon!"
Ma Bucun took out a handkerchief, covering his mouth and nose: "Convenient to chat a few sentences?"
"Can't you see?" Zhao Ritian said: "I also don't have an oil dish!"
"Can we forget about the oil dish first?!"
"The waiter forgot for me, you also forgot. If I also forget, who will still remember the oil dish matter!?"
Ma Bucun suppressed his anger: "Tomorrow is our battle. How about we team up?"
Zhao Ritian glanced at him, chuckled: "Team up?"
"Right, together against Lang Jianyu."
Zhao Ritian said: "Need to team up to beat him? Tomorrow you just stand aside, I'll finish him then finish you."
Ma Bucun's forehead veins bulged with anger:
"It's just a match. I wanted to make friends with Brother Sandun."
"Ah!" Zhao Ritian laughed heartily: "I thought you came to deliver the oil dish, no, I thought you came to provoke trouble. Was just thinking this suckling pig cannot be wasted, fighting you now I'm at a disadvantage, ahahaha! No problem no problem, I like making friends!"
"You're a good person. Okay, tomorrow I'll hit you lightly, stop when appropriate. At that time, you also be sensible, admit defeat when it's about enough. Really not eating a bite?"
Ma Bucun really wanted to rush over, grab the roasted suckling pig, and beat this idiot to death with it.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door outside.
Zhao Ritian was very excited: "Oil dish is here!"
Lang Jianyu pushed open the door and walked in: "Yoho, Brother Ma is also here, hahaha! Seems like little brother Sandun's place is very lively!"
Ma Bucun said smilingly: "Tomorrow is the gentlemanly contest between the three of us. Say hello in advance, lest we hurt feelings then."
"Oh, of course of course. I was also thinking of visiting Brother Sandun, then go visit Brother Ma."
Lang Jianyu said: "Little brother Ritian, Jianyu pays respects."
Zhao Ritian asked him: "Brought the oil dish?"
Ma Bucun slapped his own forehead, thinking, well, this lord didn't hear a single word, still fixated on his oil dish.
Lang Jianyu didn't understand: "Oil dish? What oil dish?"
"Dipping sauce, with shredded ginger, chopped scallions, and cilantro, plus a bit of chicken essence and white sugar. Mix well, then use a knife to slice the suckling pig, thin slices, dip and eat, hey! Don't even mention it! Didn't you bring it?"
"I... no."
Zhao Ritian became unhappy: "No... what kind of service attitude is this!? Hmm!? I've been asking for an oil dish for ages, one comes without, another comes without. If you don't bring an oil dish, what are you coming to my place for!?"
Lang Jianyu looked at Ma Bucun. Ma Bucun helplessly shook his head.
"Ah..." Lang Jianyu forced a smile: "Brother Zhao, you misunderstood, I'm not a waiter."
"You're not a waiter either!?"
"Right, I am Lang Jianyu, your opponent for tomorrow's match."
"Oh oh oh!" Zhao Ritian said: "Sorry, I mistook you. Your demeanor looks too much like a waiter."
Lang Jianyu almost couldn't suppress his anger, but thinking offending Zhao Ritian here would logically make them an alliance, then he would surely lose tomorrow.
Had no choice but to force a smile: "No problem, Brother Ritian has a good appetite!"
"It's alright, eaten a bit less recently. Ai, do you have an oil dish in your room?"
Lang Jianyu tried hard to remain calm: "No."
"Ai, what a pity. Ai, you guys looking for me for something?"
Lang Jianyu quickly said: "Oh, isn't it so, tomorrow is the arena match between the three of us. Came over today to greet you in advance. In our match, winning or losing doesn't matter, most important is not to hurt feelings. Everyone will walk the Jianghu in the future, no need to become mortal enemies over one match."
Zhao Ritian clapped his hands: "Too right! That Pang Meng is a big idiot, really, I've never seen anyone so傻 (sha - silly/stupid)!"
Lang Jianyu and Ma Bucun looked at each other, thinking, on the IQ level, you mocking anyone is baseless, absurd, and unbelievable.
"You guys really not... eating some together?"
The two quickly said politely: "No need no need, you eat, you eat."
Ma Bucun's eyes darted: "Brother Ritian, tomorrow's battle, what are your thoughts?"
Zhao Ritian said smilingly: "Hi, what's that, just try to fight well. Me, this person, thoughts aren't complicated, not so many twists and turns. Tomorrow's matters I basically leave for tomorrow to think about. Right now I only care about this roasted suckling pig. Without an oil dish, it has no soul, can you understand? Understand my feelings? Just..."
Ma Bucun rushed to the landline phone, dialed the service number: "Oil dish oil dish oil dish oil dish!"
Lang Jianyu was also gritting his teeth on the side: "Right right right! Hurry up and have them send it over!"
Ma Bucun said: "We're almost driven mad by the oil dish! Can you hurry up and send it!? He just wants an oil dish, is it that difficult!?"
The oil dish arrived.
Zhao Ritian was very happy: "You guys are good friends."
Ma Bucun and Lang Jianyu looked at each other. A tacit understanding formed in both their hearts.
This grandson is not suitable for teaming up.
Zhao Ritian walked up to them: "Rest assured, I already understand your meaning. Tomorrow, I will try to be gentle. I'll beat... mm..."
Zhao Ritian's hand moved back and forth between the two, finally pointing at Lang Jianyu: "Just you!"
"Me?"
"Right! I'll beat you first, cripple you, then beat him."
Zhao Ritian's big oily hand landed on Ma Bucun's high-end suit: "Tomorrow you be careful, I sometimes strike very heavily. Don't hold grudges, brother."
Ma Bucun looked at his suit, feeling extremely gloomy inside, forced a smile: "See you tomorrow."
Zhao Ritian shook hands with them one by one: "Good brother! Good brother!"
Both their hands were oily, half dead with anger.
Walked out, stood at the doorway, the two looked at each other.
"Just... he didn't treat us as human at all, right?" Lang Jianyu asked.
Ma Bucun nodded: "Tomorrow we team up, beat him to death."
"Must beat him to death. Actually, I want to slap him dead right now."
"Don't, endure it! Let him be arrogant until tomorrow."
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Long Aotian was currently dining in the restaurant.
Himself alone, sitting in a corner, steady and stable, eyes straight ahead.
Speaking into the phone: "You guys depart immediately, best if you can arrive here tonight. But don't come find me first, prepare to provide support nearby. After getting the Tianmen Dan, there might still be people looking for trouble. Mm-hmm, good."
At this moment, Sima Jiannan pulled out a chair, sat opposite Long Aotian, smiling.
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