"I pushed the coffin open, so now I have to go check it out?" Handsome Fatty Wang glared and said, "What kind of nonsense reasoning is this?"
"You caused the trouble yourself, if you don't go check, who do you expect to take the blame for you?" Nine-Fingers Wu Yong retorted angrily.
"I..." Handsome Fatty Wang looked at Ye Qing, who shrugged helplessly and said, "Don't look at me, even if we vote, the two of us can't outvote all of them."
"Damn!" Handsome Fatty Wang suddenly got angry and said, "Hell, I'm not accepting this. If I don't check it out, are we just going to not continue? Let's go home, Young Ye; there's no point in us meddling here."
Ye Qing knew the fatty said this out of anger, of course Ye Qing wouldn't just leave like that.
The fatty stomped over angrily, hands on hips, pointing at Nine-Fingers Wu Yong, saying, "Old Nine Wu, I'm asking you once more: are you sending someone to check it out or not?"
