Chapter 2105 No Good News

The sect leader, the strategist, and the junior sect leader—the three of them are so persistent!

Waiting in vain!

The entire kitchen knife gang was engulfed in flames.

They are still waiting.

The young sect leader started coughing: "Something's not right, why is there so much smoke?"

The strategist was also puzzled. Why hadn't they made a move yet? It sounded like chaos was breaking out outside. Shouldn't they be here to steal the luminous pearl by now?

The strategist opened the door and, to his surprise, the corridor was filled with smoke!

A man hurriedly carried a chair and rushed outside, but the strategist stopped him: "What's going on?!"

The man gasped, "Fire! The entire Wave is on fire! The Kitchen Knife Sect is engulfed in flames on all sides! Run! There's no way to save them!"

The strategist was stunned, and slapped him hard across the face: "You son of a bitch! Why didn't you report this sooner?!"

The man covered his face: "You wouldn't let me report! You said you'd gouge out my eyes if I reported again..."

The strategist closed his eyes and slapped him hard across the face, sending him flying more than three meters away.

The sect leader rushed out, and upon seeing the billowing smoke and hearing the chaos within the entire Cleaver Sect, he immediately realized that they had fallen into a trap!

They said they'd set a fire to attract attention, then steal the luminous pearl. But instead... they didn't steal the pearl, they just set a fire.

The sect leader roared, "Ah—! You old bastard, I will tear you to pieces! And capture Little Zhao alive!"

The sect leader rushed out, brandishing a knife, leaping to his feet and grabbing the phone: "Hey! Didn't I tell you guys to keep an eye on things?! My Kitchen Knife Sect is on fire! What have you been doing?!"

The other person, carrying a box, glanced at the phone, looked up at Ming Di Sha, and said into the phone:

"Who the hell are you yelling at?! Do we owe you something or not?"

The sect leader was stunned, staring at the phone: "You're saying this to me now?"

"What else?!" the other party replied, "Enough said, we have work to do!"

"I've always treated you well! What are you all busy with?"

"Hey, the second and third brothers are running around trying to keep the fire going, while the rest of us are trying to salvage your antiques and collectibles. Don't worry, it's almost done. Hey, sixth brother, is this the last box?"

"Oh right, the last box, that's all done. The leaks are almost gone, the fire was too big, no one could get in."

"The sect leader isn't going to say anything more, the train is about to depart."

"You bunch of traitorous beasts!" the sect leader roared, brandishing his knife as he charged towards them, shouting, "My Kitchen Knife Sect..."

"Still calling it the Cleaver Sect? Don't you understand? From these few days onward, there will be no Cleaver Sect in Saihe! Saihe has never needed the Cleaver Sect! That's it."

The man hung up the phone, gave Ming Disha a fawning smile, and loaded the things into the car.

Lu Chengwen and Zhao Ritian were smoking on the side.

Watching the fire, we chatted idly.

"It's time to depart."

Zhao Ritian said, "This sect leader has a heart condition; will he pass away today?"

"Why are you worrying about this? Won't the senior brother slap him?"

"I don't understand, it's like... slapping someone's face to cure a heart attack?"

Lu Chengwen laughed heartily: "What do you think?"

"Then why did he have to beat up the sect leader after saving him?"

Lu Chengwen tilted his head and looked at Zhao Ritian.

Zhao Ritian thought for a long time, then suddenly realized: "Ah! It's just about beating him up!?"

At this moment, the sect leader stood in front of them, holding a knife.

The two of them couldn't stop laughing.

The sect leader, gripping his knife, saw the den of demons in Saihe.

The sect leader was flanked by the strategist and the junior sect leader.

The young sect leader pointed at Lu Chengwen: "Xiao Wen, come here! Xiao Zhao is a bad guy!"

The sect leader turned to look at his foolish son and slapped him across the face: "They're in cahoots!"

Lu Chengwen laughed and said, "Sect Leader, your house is on fire and you still came to see me? You're so loyal."

Zhao Ritian laughed heartily: "His expression is so funny!"

Ming Di Sha said, "Brothers, you've worked hard. Tonight, I'll treat you all to dog meat hot pot!"

The sect leader pulled out a walkie-talkie: "All senior disciples and top guards of the Kitchen Knife Sect, come to the backyard of the study!"

After hanging up the walkie-talkie, the sect leader's face twisted in a grimace: "Senior, what have I done to offend you? You brought these three bastards to burn down my house and steal my luminous pearl!"

“No,” Ming Di Sha said, “I just think you’re funny.”

The sect leader's eyelids twitched, and he laughed angrily: "Fun? Hehehe, very well, forgive me for speaking frankly, but you have offended someone you can't afford to offend."

Ming Di Sha looked left and right, searching everywhere.

Zhao Ritian was also taken aback: "Uncle-Master, you've offended someone you can't afford to offend!?"

Lu Chengwen pulled Zhao Ritian aside: "He was talking about himself."

Zhao Ritian thought for a moment, then pointed at the sect leader: "You're bragging to your mother!"

Before long, dozens of experts surrounded Ming Di Sha and his group.

The group of ghosts in Saihe became nervous and approached Mingdi Sha: "Senior, what should we do? The other side has a lot of people and many of them are from the Upper Four Sects."

Ming Di Sha looked at them and said, "What's there to be nervous about! Are there that many of them? It's just a few dozen! You can fight two, you can fight three, you can fight two and a half, you can fight twenty-five..."

The man pointed at himself: "Why? I took on twenty-five?"

"You think it's too few? Twenty-eight will do."

"No, there are too many seniors, I can't beat them."

"Useless! You couldn't even seize the opportunity to make a name for yourself. Who among you wants to make a name for themselves?"

All seven people hid, not daring to say a word.

Zhao Ritian raised his hand high: "Me! Me! I'll take on twenty-five!"

The sect leader clutched his chest: "Why... did you kill my dog?"

Lu Chengwen looked at him: "No way? We burned down your kitchen knife sect, stole all your antiques and jade artifacts, your concubine is pregnant with a child that may belong to the strategist or your son, and all you care about is that dog?"

The sect leader gritted his teeth: "Xiao Wen...you beast, fine, fine, today has been nothing but bad news, you can't escape death!"

Zhao Ritian said, "I have good news."

"Hmm?" The sect leader looked at him.

Zhao Ritian said, "Everyone praises your dog for being delicious."

The sect leader clutched his chest, on the verge of a heart attack.

The young sect leader helped him up, saying, "Father, please take care!"

The sect leader raised his knife: "The entire Kitchen Knife Sect!"

"Have!"

A group of people shouted together!

"Kill the entire Saihe gang, one million bounty! Kill Xiao Wen and Xiao Zhao, three million bounty! Kill that old bastard, five million bounty!"

Ming Di Sha pointed at the sect leader and said, "That's a personal attack!"

The strategist stepped forward and shouted, "Kill them! The sect leader will reward you handsomely!"

Lu Chengwen pulled out a large electronic megaphone: "Everyone, calm down! The sect leader is penniless now. All his money has been transferred to my account! All his land has been sold or given to me at half price, and his antiques and jade artifacts have been loaded onto a truck by my uncle and will be taken away immediately."

Holding a megaphone, Lu Chengwen pointed at the sect leader: "He's penniless now, even his dog got eaten! Forget a million, he can't even pay a hundred dollars!"

Everyone was stunned.

The strategist looked at the sect leader with a shocked expression.

The sect leader shouted, "I did business with Chen Mengyun! It has nothing to do with this little bastard. He's trying to demoralize the troops. Don't believe him!"

Lu Chengwen, holding a megaphone, shouted: "I am Lu Chengwen! Chen Mengyun is my woman! Master of the Kitchen Knife Sect, you're penniless now! You owe our Great Sage Bank a loan, pay it back soon, or I'll burn down your shop! Oh, it already is, sorry."

The sect leader didn't believe it: "You...you are Lu Chengwen?"

"It's Xiao Wen."

The sect leader looked at Zhao Ritian.

"Zhao Ritian, hahaha, Little Zhao!"

At this moment, the sect leader... looked at you and suddenly felt a pang of heartache!

He cried out and spat out a mouthful of blood, then his body went limp, and the strategist and the junior sect leader supported him.

Lu Chengwen, holding a megaphone, said, "With such poor mental fortitude, you still want to be a bad guy, really."