"Mmmph..." Mu Chuan mumbled indistinctly through a mouthful of a large chicken leg, patting his chest with pride. "Brother Cheng, so many people in Ruyi District admire you. It's high time you made a name for yourself!"
Chen Cheng shot him a look and scolded him again, "A man dreads fame as a pig dreads fattening. Are you trying to get me killed sooner, kid? Don't forget, the one who acted that night, there was also Ding Mo from the Wind and Rain Tower. Aren't you afraid Ding Mo will show up again?
You with your big mouth, running around and spreading the word. I'm afraid that when Ding Mo reappears, he won't just come for me—he'll come to settle the score with you, too."
"Ah..." Mu Chuan was genuinely frightened. Realizing the gravity of the situation, the braised chicken leg in his mouth suddenly lost all its flavor. With a pained expression, he asked, "Brother Cheng, what should we do?"
