Chapter 354: What's fun?

While Tianhong was eating breakfast, his hand holding the soup dumpling trembled; sparring with Zuowei, he was slightly inferior by one move.

The price is the shaking hand!

Li Zhengren laughed and asked, "Tianhong, does Zuowei have the qualifications to be your friend?"

Although Tianhong took a hit, he still nodded excitedly.

"That's enough; as long as they're our own, even if we fight, they're my brothers."

Zuowei froze at the word "brothers"; to him, it had always been an unattainable luxury.

Although this trip to Gangdao wasn't very pleasant, someone said that as long as they're our own, they can become brothers with him.

That bit of unpleasantness doesn't matter; assassins care least about lives, no matter whose.

So those assassins died—nothing more to say.

He craved friendship; the most direct expression was throwing down his chopsticks, pulling Li Zhengren, and heading out of the villa.

Li Zhengren asked, "Breakfast isn't finished yet; where are you going?"

"Xi Gong!"

By the time Tianhong and the two others arrived, Li Xin was still asleep at home.

The door was knocked on loudly; Li Xin, grumpy from waking up, opened the door to see Li Zhengren knocking.

He kicked him against the opposite wall, cursing, "You bum, do you know what time I went to sleep last night? Waking people up early in the morning!"

Tianhong held back a laugh, knowing Big Brother had morning grumpiness, which is why he had Li Zhengren knock; otherwise, he'd be the one getting beaten.

Zuowei also stared in shock at Li Xin; that kick he just threw, even he could barely dodge, it was too fast!

Li Zhengren rubbed his chest, got up, and said aggrievedly, "Big Brother, I'm so wronged!"

"It was Zuowei who wanted to pay respects to you as Big Brother, and Tianhong had me knock on the door; among the three of us, I'm the one who least deserves to be beaten."

Li Xin looked at Zuowei and asked, "What are you up to?"

Zuowei's expression was serious as he said, "If you're not one of us, you can't be brothers; I want brothers, so I came to pay respects."

Li Xin pointed at Tianhong and snapped, "You took Zuowei to find Bo Shu and registered him under my name—you can get lost!"

Eh, he still needs to sleep a bit more!

Qiuti now, whenever she sees him, demands everything recklessly, without any precautions—her intentions are obvious!

As for the eldest son doing things properly, that doesn't exist here.

There's no throne to inherit; his assets all belong to the family office, distributed fairly—if they don't start businesses, they'll live wealthy lives.

Even if their businesses fail, they won't go hungry in this lifetime—who made them surnamed Li!

Li Zhengren rubbed his chest and raised his hand to hit Tianhong.

He said angrily, "You're too petty! You're afraid Big Brother will beat you, so you had me knock on the door?"

Tianhong raised his eyebrows, proudly saying, "We're brothers, aren't we? You should experience what I've been through too."

Li Zhengren gave Tianhong the middle finger, saying, "Just think of me for the good stuff; don't make me experience this kind of thing again—Big Brother hits hard, it hurts!"

"Haha!"

The Hongfa Mountain Ritual Hall is rather simple, located in Bo Shu's home; the proper ritual hall is still under construction and will take some time.

This was Bo Shu's strong request; he earnestly told Li Xin that the ritual hall differs from other halls and must be impressive.

Chai Shu also joined in the fun, wanting to build the Punishment Hall as well.

Li Xin waved his hand, saying, "Let them build it themselves; let these old folks do as they please—just as long as they're happy."

Bo Shu sat in his chair, took out a new registry, and looked at Zuowei as he asked.

"Name?"

"Zuowei, Li Zuowei!"

"Where are you from?"

"Xi Gong!"

After being entered into the registry and going through the process again, he then said, "From now on you're under the Mountain Chief; don't tarnish the Mountain Chief's reputation, or the Punishment Hall will enforce family law—clear?"

"Understood!"

Tianhong took out a red envelope from his pocket, placed it on the table, and said with a smile, "Bo Shu, this is for tea—please accept it."

Bo Shu looked at the thickness of the red envelope and said to Tianhong, "Tianhong, you're having your uncle drink tea; I can't refuse it, but if the amount is wrong, I can't take it."

"You know this—my uncle's survival to this day is thanks to his integrity alone; it's not mine, so I won't take it."

Tianhong laughed.

Eh, it's pretty ugly!

"Bo Shu, the extra is for me to treat you to flower wine; just keep it, Big Brother won't mind this."

Bo Shu took two Big Gold Bull bills from the red envelope, put the rest in Tianhong's hand, and then spoke.

"Tianhong, your uncle's flower wine is all expensed by A Xin now; I don't need you kid to treat me, but if you're thoughtful, find Bo Shu two good ones."

Tianhong glanced at the Persian cat coming out of the bedroom and teased, "Bo Shu, are you up for this? Don't overdo it—it's easy to hurt your body!"

Bo Shu glared at Tianhong and pointed at the door, saying, "Get lost, you clueless idiot!"

Tianhong shrugged, taking his Double Heaven Supreme with him as he walked out.

He muttered to himself, "Big Brother likes this, Bo Shu likes this—is this really that fun?"

Just as Tianhong returned to Shallow Water Bay, Wang Shiya came looking for him.

She complained, "Tianhong Ge, you moved house and didn't even tell me?"

"How did you find me?"

"I went to Rainbow Capital to find you, but you weren't there; Big Head Brother gave me the address."

Tianhong nodded and gestured to Wang Shiya, "Come in and talk."

Li Zhengren and Zuowei saw a pretty girl come in; the two exchanged a glance, made up an excuse, and left the villa.

Leave the space for the two of them.

Wang Shiya sat on the sofa, looking at the villa's furnishings; in front of a statue of Guan Yu lay a sword and two fans.

Wang Shiya pointed at the sword and fans and asked, "Tianhong Brother, what's the significance of these?"

"That eight-sided Han sword shares the same origin as my Big Brother's blade; the two fans, one is mine, the other is the Five Ancestors' secret transmission white paper fan, which belongs to my Big Brother—this is my most precious possession."

Tianhong explained to Wang Shiya, but this kid still took the joke seriously!

Where did this Five Ancestors' secret transmission white paper fan come from?

Wang Shiya walked over, picked up the eight-sided Han sword, drew it out a bit, and examined the steel grain on the blade.

Smiling, she said, "Tianhong Brother, you really shouldn't say that—this sword is truly beautiful!"

"Mm, and it's very sharp!"

Tianhong replied seriously.

Wang Shiya put the sword back in its place, then picked up the two fans to examine them.

"Tianhong Brother, which fan is the Five Ancestors' secret transmission white paper fan?"

"The sandalwood bing one."

Wang Shiya, born into wealth and with some experience, looked at it for a long time.

Then she said, "Tianhong Brother, this fan is only somewhat old; it couldn't possibly be something from several hundred years ago, could it?"

"I'm not sure; everyone says it's the Five Ancestors' secret transmission white paper fan, so I treat it as genuine. Even if it's fake, since it now belongs to my Big Brother, it must be genuine."

As soon as Tianhong spoke, he was still as overbearing as ever!