"Nan, if you're going to say that, I do have an idea. Why don't we set up a trap tonight and bait Xing Zhaolin's old man?"
Xu Dapeng's eyes rolled cunningly as he said with a wicked grin.
"How are you going to do it?"
Zhao Tienan rubbed his nose, asking with keen interest.
"First, organize a mahjong game, invite his old man over, then wait until midnight, prepare some drinks and food, get his old man drunk, maybe he'll spill the truth in his drunkenness."
Xu Dapeng spoke boldly, his lips curling into a smile like an old fox.
"No way, that's too elementary. I have a more interesting plan..."
Zhao Tienan wrapped his arm around Xu Dapeng's neck, whispering secrets into his ear.
"Nan, your move is too malicious, isn't it?"
"I really didn't expect you, with those thick eyebrows and big eyes, to come up with such a deadly plan. I'm truly in awe of you, submitting in admiration."
