After Zheng-Fu managed to collect all the highly skilled martial masters from another race who had gone out to hunt monster beasts, he returned to the two steamed bun brothers. At that moment, the two of them were enjoying the panther meat without realizing that all the others had been dealt with and that only the two of them were left.
“Why are those bastards taking so long, Elder Brother?” the fat younger martial master said, his mouth still full of meat.
“I doubt they’re so hungry that they’ve probably caught something and are sitting there eating it alone!” the fat older martial master replied.
“It must be like you said, Elder Brother. They were probably so hungry that they decided to eat alone without sharing. Ha ha ha!”
Flop!!! Flap!!!
“Who’s there?!”
The two steamed bun brothers jumped up in alarm when they heard the sound of rustling grass. Both drew their weapons and turned towards the direction of the noise.
“Hey! Hello, two fatty brothers!”