I looked over and saw, right in front of us, the massive pit that Mr. Brown had smashed into the ground. A gentle breeze swept by, and gradually, I felt it, and saw it: a green glow emanated from the pit, and Mr. Brown slowly floated upward.
"Sigh, it was so hard to get a set of clothes I liked, and now they're all torn up again."
John Chou sat on Mr. Brown's right shoulder. Mr. Brown's face was filled with rage, his six fists raised. John Chou leisurely rested his feet on one of Mr. Brown's arms, smiling contentedly. The black suit he wore was now in tatters.
Then, as a surge of black ghostly energy seeped out, John Chou's torn clothes instantly returned to their original state.
"Despicable, shameless, vile man—John Chou!"
Luke Ling clutched his chest and shouted. Lao Chongyuan supported him, and he seemed extremely agitated. I saw black blood still flowing from his chest.
"Is there a rule that says you two strong men can bully an old man, but I, a young man, am not allowed to intervene?"
John Chou shot back, then laughed. At this moment, Mr. Brown had changed again. Black lines crawled all over his body, looking like patterns beneath his green skin. John Chou steadied one of Mr. Brown's heads.
"Remember now, Mr. Brown? Why do we exist in this world?"
"Ah, young master, I remember now! I feel so fired up right now, haha."