Little Fatty’s character was not as despicable as his own, and when he said he would take care of his body after his death, he would really do it.
This relieved Tang Fei of any worries about his future, and made him feel that going all out was worth a try; maybe he could even turn a motorcycle into a Flying Car.
Oh, the Second Prince still owed him a Flying Car. He had to find an opportunity to remind him, otherwise he would pretend to have forgotten about it...
People from the Royal Family were the best at acting.
Tang Fei picked up the bottle again and poured a glass of white liquor for both of them, saying, "Don’t even think about avenging me, just run as far away as you can after dealing with my body..."
"If it really comes to it, run back to the Old Land, but of course, you can’t go back to Hate Mountain... The house and possessions in Hate Mountain are all there, but it’s too dangerous; they might chase you there..."
Little Fatty looked up at Tang Fei and asked, "Bro, what’s going on with you? You’ve been talking about death and life a lot recently... Did someone threaten you?"
"Did you not see it? I was just almost assassinated... Who knows if there will be a next time?" Tang Fei said.
He couldn’t tell Little Fatty the truth. If he did, he wouldn’t know how to face Phoenix.
With Phoenix’s shrewdness and intelligence, as soon as Little Fatty showed the slightest sign of distress, she would sense it and then coax the whole truth out of him...
That was also the reason the old man didn’t dare to meet with Little Fatty. In fact, in his heart, the old man cared about Little Fatty the most; he truly treated him as if he were his own son.
"Could he actually be his own son?"
A bizarre thought suddenly popped into Tang Fei’s mind.
"Ling Yunxiao..." Little Fatty said with a fierce look, gritting his teeth, "One day, I will definitely smash his damn head."
"It’s not just a problem with Ling Yunxiao alone; he’s just an Assassin. The people who pay him to kill are the most hateful..." Tang Fei reminded him out loud.
Tang Fei tried to give him hints about key information, to avoid leaving him completely unprepared when the facts came to light.
"Find them and smash them one by one; smash one and there’s one less..."
Little Fatty didn’t think about anything else. He only thought about how to smash someone to death.
The first person he would smash was Ling Yunxiao, and before killing him, he would ask who had ordered the hit.
In his world, everything was simple, straightforward, and clear at a glance.
Tang Fei envied such people and such lives; he was just too smart for his own good.
Spiderman said that the greater a person’s power, the greater their responsibility.
It was because of his great ability that the old man kept adding heavy burdens onto him.
Hunting, cultivating, cooking, seeking revenge...
Should he let Little Fatty give it a try?
Little Fatty could grab the Skull Hammer and charge into Phoenix Palace within minutes. If I can’t kill others, can’t I kill myself?
"That does make sense," Tang Fei said with a smile, nodding as he looked at Little Fatty, "So you should practice diligently. When you’re stronger, smashing people will be much easier... When you want to smash someone, no one can stop your hammer."
"But you also need to take care of your health and understand the principle that too much is as bad as too little. By the way, is your master still making you smash stones every day? Hasn’t he taught you anything else?"
"No," Little Fatty shook his head, a look of distress on his face, "I asked my master when I could learn other things. He just shook his head and said to keep smashing stones first."
"I’ll find an opportunity to talk to him," Tang Fei said.
He thought that since Dean Shang had taken on Little Fatty as his disciple, he certainly intended to train him properly.
Not like his own master, who might have had other purposes for taking him on...
But his teaching method was the same as the old man’s, always making Little Fatty smash stones.
Was this their special training method?
Little Fatty was clueless, and so was he.
Still, he had to talk to Shang Xiulin at some point to figure out exactly what was going on and at least provide Little Fatty with some reassurance.
"Alright," Little Fatty said happily.
Tang Fei pointed at the Coca-Cola chicken wings on the table and said, "Eat up, it won’t taste good once it’s cold."
"Alright, you eat too, bro," Little Fatty said as he picked up a chicken wing and put it in Tang Fei’s bowl before he started eating voraciously.
Tang Fei watched Little Fatty eat with a content expression and thought, if only it could always be ...
He took a big gulp from his cup, the fiery liquor filled with a bitter taste.
"Hey, bro, why are you drinking alone? Wait for me," Little Fatty hurriedly picked up his cup and gulped down a large swallow, almost finishing half the cup in one go.
He was a sincere person, not the type to leave a debt of liquor unpaid.
The brothers finished off a bottle of white liquor, and Little Fatty single-handedly cleaned up the dishes on the table.
And this was just the combat power he displayed when he was only 80% full...
After eating, Little Fatty took the initiative to gather the bowls and chopsticks, then handed them over to the dishwashing robot for cleaning.
Tang Fei himself headed to the Training Room. Although he had drunk quite a bit tonight, for cultivators, it was not a problem at all. If he wanted to, he could expel the alcohol from his bloodstream at any time...
Poor Little Fatty, taking it all on himself.
However, Tang Fei wasn’t preparing to practice today.
Instead, he sat cross-legged at the center of the Training Room, under the illumination of the Luminous Pearl, and began to study the third sword of the Netherworld Scroll.
All his experiences were telling him a lesson: strength and support were the true capital for survival.
Is my path that of strength?
If he told this to the dean, would the dean cut him down with a single sword strike?