Zhao Yuezhu's voice gradually turned cold: "You coffin sellers have been in the martial world for a long time, you're careful about everything you eat and drink. My poisoning certainly can't escape your eyes. So, I gave you some baimianchong (white-faced worms)."

"That bowl of rice tasted good, right? You were too embarrassed to respond to me, so you could only stuff rice into your mouth, without even chewing. You probably ate at least seventy percent of the baimianchong that way, when you would've only eaten half otherwise."

"Those worms are very interesting. Don't underestimate them just because they're only the size of a grain of rice. They expand when they meet water. At their largest, they can grow to the size of a baozi (steamed bun)!"

"To kill you, I painfully threw a hundred baimianchong into your bowl!"

"Think about it, if they all swell up, can your stomach hold sixty large baozi?"

"Tell me, won't you, in a little while, bang—"

Da Bing was nearly driven mad by Zhao Yuezhu. He swung his Yan Wang Guan (King of Hell Coffin) around the room in a frenzy: "Zhao Yuezhu, you bitch, get out here! I'm going to tear you apart, tear you apart..."

In just a few seconds, the entire restaurant was a mess of broken dishes and debris under the impact of the Yan Wang Guan. Da Bing, who was wildly wielding the coffin, paused his internal energy and hand movements slightly, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Yan Wang Guan fell to the ground with a crash, and Da Bing collapsed to his knees. He supported himself with his hands, desperately suppressing the blood that was about to gush out of his mouth again: "You lied to me!"

Zhao Yuezhu walked in slowly, stepping on the broken bricks on the ground: "So what if I lied to you? If you hadn't gone crazy, you might have lasted a little longer, but going crazy made you die faster."

"Actually, you're very pathetic. Tian Dan is clearly using you, but you're willing to come and die. Why is that?"

"From the moment Feng Jie sent a message saying 'You're coming,' to the time you arrived at Liangjie Tang (Two Realms Hall), it was less than two hours. You forgot how Tian Dan abandoned you after just one phone call, and focused all your attention on dealing with Liangjie Tang. If you don't die, who should?"

Da Bing gripped the ground with both hands: "You're monitoring me! You..."

Zhao Yuezhu sneered: "So what if we're monitoring you? You wouldn't want to say that we at Liangjie Tang are too suspicious, judging others by our own petty standards, would you?"

"I'll kill you..." Da Bing suddenly stood up, clenched his fists, and smashed them down towards Zhao Yuezhu's head.

Zhao Yuezhu watched the approaching fists, but showed no sign of dodging. Just as his fists were about to touch Zhao Yuezhu's face, a flash of blades suddenly erupted behind Da Bing.

Four knife-wielders wearing yin-yang iron masks silently appeared behind Da Bing, and their four blades slashed at his limbs.

Cold light flashed, blood splattered, and Da Bing, without his limbs, fell directly in front of Zhao Yuezhu, his forehead hitting the tip of Zhao Yuezhu's shoe.

Zhao Yuezhu moved her toe back slightly and said indifferently, "Kill him!"

One of the knife-wielders swung his blade and chopped off Da Bing's head: "We were late, and Miss was startled."

"It's nothing!" Zhao Yuezhu's expression remained calm: "Take his head to the place Liu Ye designated."

"Yes!" The four men cleaned up Da Bing's body and quickly disappeared outside Liangjie Tang.

Zhao Yuezhu turned around and saw Zhao Ci, who had stopped his wheelchair at the door.

Zhao Ci stared at Zhao Yuezhu for a long time: "You've changed! You're not like..."

"Not like a simple little girl anymore, is it?" Zhao Yuezhu walked slowly past Zhao Ci, and only spoke when she stood behind him: "Dad, no matter how much I change, I'm still your daughter!"

Zhao Ci later told me: When Yuezhu spoke behind me, I felt cold all over. At that time, my only feeling was that Yuezhu was no longer the same as before.

Zhao Yuezhu gently patted Zhao Ci on the shoulder and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Zhao Ci faced the messy restaurant and couldn't say a word.

At that time, the most leisurely person was Lao Liu.

No one expected that Lao Liu was sitting in a small tavern near the detention center, drinking alone, as if everything outside was irrelevant to him. When he was happy, he even hummed a few tunes.

Just as Lao Liu was enjoying himself, someone walked in from outside.

Lao Liu pointed to the empty seat opposite him with his fan: "Brother Wen, come and sit down, have a drink. This tavern is average, but the dried vegetables with tofu are excellent!"

"As the saying goes, eating dried vegetables stewed with tofu is better than being the emperor!"

Wen Yi sat down: "I thought Brother Liu only liked to drink tea, never alcohol!"

Lao Liu shook his fan and said: "When friends come, of course we drink tea. When the tea is weak and the words are clear, friendship is made."

"I only drink when I want to kill someone, and I pour a glass of wine for the dead as well."

Wen Yi waved his hand: "Waiter, bring a pot of tea, your best tea!"

Wen Yi waited for the tea to be served, and personally poured a cup for Lao Liu: "My idea is exactly the opposite of yours. Friends should drink alcohol. If you don't drink a lot, you won't speak the truth. If you don't speak the truth, you won't see the sincerity. If you don't see the sincerity, how can you make friends?"

"When sending someone on their way, you should drink tea. At least let them leave knowing why. Don't you agree?"