For these unwelcome challengers, the process naturally required some adjustments.
"Since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony."
He nodded.
Though his injuries had healed quickly under the effect of the special badger oil,
it was naturally better to face challenges in full health rather than injured.
Since it was a halftime break, it was natural that no formal arrangement was set.
They simply prepared some skewers and had a few beers.
Of course, Liu Zheng's energy reserves were still abundant; all he needed was time.
"Come on, try this breastplate oil; it's the best in Bathhouse Street."
Old Fourth handed over a skewer.
The white-yellowish fat on it bubbled and sizzled, with a ring of charred edges around it. Liu Zheng took a slight inhale, and a scent that had undergone a complete Maillard reaction rushed into his nostrils.
He picked up a skewer of breastplate oil, gulped down several chunks in one bite, and then chewed vigorously.
