"I'll lose everything till I get naked? How come he dared to speak to a lady with such nasty language!" Duan Lengyan got indignant straight away. She finally made out that they had been born as adversaries.
"Xu Yaoting! I won't let you get away with that! I'm gonna grade you into ashes!" Duan Lengyan stressed each syllable. She looked so grim as if she had been gnawing at Wandong's corpse.
Wandong laughed and shook his head, "I'm afraid you will have to postpone that dream to your next life! I've already picked one hundred raw stones of the blood steel. Get your underlings to open them now!"
"Big brother, don't you feel up to a careful check on them?" Wu Yang pleaded with Wandong in a sobbing tone. He couldn't withstand Wandong's levity. It would be better even if he had been allowed to live on for one more quarter and take one more breath. How come Wandong hastened to shake hands with Death?
"No need! Someone would get flustered to death if it went on like this. Am I right, Miss Duan?"
"Humph. Come on guys, get all the stonemasons here!" Duan Lengyan made an instruction. Then she turned back and stared at Wandong, "Xu Yaoting, a single piece of the blood steel will make you commit suicide! You hear me?"
"Okay! It was I who set the rules. You don't have to remind me of them. A word to the wise, get all the raw stones packed and delivered to the Palace of Dingshan as soon as possible. Otherwise, you would end up in a muddle once you lose to me."
"Humph!" Duan Lengyan looked away, willing to talk no more with Wandong. Or else, she would only suffer from his mockery.
The Tianbao Mansion boasted a well-staffed stonemason team. In a short while, dozens of stonemasons gathered in the showing room. Each had a solid dabber in their hands, shimmering with dull-red sparkles. One could tell they were premium weapons with a single glimpse.
The dabbers were exclusively refined to open raw stones. An over fifty percent containment of the blood steel in them explained the color.
Therefore, the dabbers were unusually sharp. One could effortlessly chop a piece of rock without with it as if he had been slicing a piece of tofu. And it had another laudable merit — once a dabber of this kind touched the blood steel in raw stones, they would get stuck. In that case, the blood steel would stay intact. Conversely, the dabber would penetrate invalid raw stone smoothly as a powerful lightning, with two amazingly-level cross-sections left only.
A man stood out of the lineup. He was about in his forties, slim and mean-looking. Based on his behavior, he might be the head of them.
"Miss Three, Master Wu, Master Pi, I've summoned all the stonemasons. We're waiting for your instructions."
Duan Lengyan pointed at the one hundred cubes of raw stone picked by Wandong, "Mr. Tian. Please come and take a look. Tell me, how many pieces of the blood steel do you think might be there?"
Tian had a careful scrutiny, "At least a dozen, Miss."
"A dozen? Someone just told there would be none in there."
Tian had quite a temper. He bounced up and roared on the top of his lungs on hearing that, "What? Who the f**k is he? He is literally smearing the reputation of the Tianbao Mansion. Miss. Three, please tell me who the mother**ker is. How dare he talk bullshit to you? I'll smash his f**king teeth out!"
"Who is the motherf**ker you are talking about?" Wandong cut in in a grim tone.
He was bereaved of his mum since his childhood. Hence, mother was the all-time purest and noblest word in his eyes. Now Tian's curse with this word provoked Wandong straight away. He glared at Tian, blood up.