Zhang Bin and Ma Rufei sat on a rock at the foot of the mountain.
Zhang Bin asked, "How did you find out?"
"How could I not? All of China knows about it," Ma Rufei said. "I just don't understand, Master. You're not someone to be trifled with, so why are you letting people push you around?"
"There's an old saying: 'The people don't fight the officials.' I'm just a small farmer. How could I possibly retaliate?" Zhang Bin feigned a dejected look.
"Master, you're no ordinary farmer. You're a martial arts expert with incredible medical skills," Ma Rufei said. "If you don't fight back or make any preparations, more and more people will try to take over the Bright Eye Liquid and Weight Loss Pills."
"Fight back? How? Should I march over to their home and exterminate the entire Diao Clan? I'm a law-abiding citizen." Zhang Bin shook his head repeatedly, his face clouded with worry. "If only I were a hacker as powerful as the Rabbit King."
