At the end of the path leading to the Ovens were four or five tile-roofed houses. Large chimneys rose from the roofs, from which smoke curled up into the air.
Pots, bowls, ladles, and basins were the most common items in the Ovens. At this moment, several burly and stout laborers were pouring water into a dozen large black woks. These woks were made from darksteel and could contain spiritual energy, making them perfect for cooking spirit rice. The sect had always been rich in resources, and generally didn't eat the coarse grains of ordinary people. They only ate rice that had been irrigated with spirit spring water, which was good for strengthening the body.
As soon as he sensed Long Bufan's arrival, Big Fatty Zhu, the leader of the Ovens, ran over, ladle in hand. His fat jiggled, and with every step he took, the ground seemed to tremble.
"Junior Brother Long, you came back just in time," he said. "We just ran out of firewood."
Before Long Bufan could put down the firewood, the mountain of flesh appeared in front of him with a whoosh. It directly blocked the sunlight and shrouded Long Bufan in its shadow. It could be imagined that its body was huge.
"Elder Brother Zhu, don't worry about that for now. People from the Supervisor's Department are here."
As soon as Long Bufan finished speaking, a cracking sound could be heard as the main gate of the Ovens was kicked open. Qin Duan from the Supervisor's Department led a group of about ten fiendish people in.
When Big Fatty Zhu and the other Ovens servants saw this, they immediately dropped what they were doing. Hefting kitchen knives and iron ladles, they charged toward the main gate to confront Qin Duan and the others.
"I was wondering why I heard the crowing of crows this morning," Big Fatty Zhu said coldly. "So it's you bastards from the Supervisor's Department, who only know how to bully your fellow disciples. You've come to cause trouble in the Ovens!" Big Fatty Zhu gave a cold snort as he stood there in front of the Ovens. He looked like a small mountain, and his voice boomed like thunder.
"Fatty Zhu," he said, "you people from the Ovens have done despicable things, and yet you still dare to act so arrogantly. We're here today to exercise the authority of the Supervisor's Department. Do you dare to resist?" Qin Duan took a step forward. He was as stocky as a tiger, and emanated the pressure of the fourth level of Qi Condensation. His eyes flashed coldly as he glared at Big Fatty Zhu, completely ignoring the servants behind him.
"Bullsh * t. I, Big Fatty Zhu, am upright and upright. What despicable things have I done?" Big Fatty Zhu let out an angry harrumph. He lifted his right hand, and a whooshing sound could be heard. The giant iron ladle in his hand was like a rainbow, causing the expressions of the people around Qin Duan to change.
"You'll know once you ask this brat." Qin Duan sneered as he pointed at Long Bufan.
"What? What do I know? "Long Bufan blinked with a puzzled look on his face.
Qin Duan's face instantly flushed red as he angrily shouted, "You bastard, stop f * cking acting dumb. Did you put laxatives in my dinner the day before yesterday? You were the one who said it just now!"
When he thought of the painful experience that night, his butt involuntarily tightened.
"Junior Brother Long, is what he said true?" Big Fatty Zhu looked at Long Bufan and asked solemnly. However, from the slight twitching of his lips, it was obvious that he was one of the masterminds.
"Senior Brother Zhu, they're talking nonsense. Words have no proof. If you don't believe me, you can ask them to bring out proof." Long Bufan shook his head and revealed a harmless and innocent appearance.
"Junior Brother's words are reasonable. This is an era where proof is important." Big Fatty Zhu crossed his arms and nodded in agreement.
"Bullsh * t proof. You damn fatty, do you want me to dig out the feces from that night for you to examine?!" Qin Duan cursed in anger. The two of them were echoing each other, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that they were acting.
When he heard the words "damn fatty," Big Fatty Zhu's face instantly flushed red. It was true that he was fat, and when people called him fatty, he didn't care. However, if the word "damn" was added in front of it, then it was a different story.
"Brat, you dare to call me damn fatty? You've got guts!" Big Fatty Zhu growled. His huge body actually leapt high into the air against common sense and pounced towards Qin Duan. His speed was no less than that of someone in the fourth layer of Qi Condensation.
Qin Duan's expression changed greatly. When he looked up in shock, there was a rumble and the mountain of flesh solidly smashed onto his body.
Qin Duan screamed as Big Fatty Zhu sat on him. He struggled for a long time, but was unable to climb out from under the mountain of flesh. If it wasn't for his strong body, he would have broken bones and tendons.
"Damn you, let's see if you still dare to scold me." As he spoke, Big Fatty Zhu raised his hammer-sized fist and smashed it onto Qin Duan's head. He even lifted his body up and sat down again, causing Qin Duan to scream and almost faint.
This scene was clearly seen by the odd-job workers in the supervisor's quarters. They were all dumbstruck and shocked. If they were the ones being pressed under the mountain of flesh, it was hard to imagine what it would feel like.
"Fight!" Long Bufan shouted in a low voice. Taking advantage of this momentum, he took the lead and rushed over with the big iron ladle. Even though he had never learned any martial arts, with the fighting skills of a special forces soldier, his close combat ability was enough to make people dumbfounded. It was the first time that the people in the supervisor's office had seen such a novel and strange move, and they were all caught off guard.
For a moment, the courtyard was filled with the sounds of fighting.
Although the Ovens and the supervisor's quarters were constantly at odds with each other, they had a good grasp of the situation and didn't make things too big. At most, there would be injuries. For example, this fight over the laxatives lasted for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense. Under the punches and kicks of Long Bufan and the others, Qin Duan and the others from the supervisor's quarters were beaten black and blue. After leaving behind some harsh words, they suppressed their resentment and left.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
