As it turned out, Xiao Feng had still underestimated Ma Yuliang's ability to tank insults.
Normally, forget old folks—even young people hearing something that inauspicious would get pissed, start swearing, maybe even start swinging.
Instead, Ma Yuliang just burst out laughing, laughing so heartily that Xiao Feng's temper got laughed away.
When he finished laughing, Ma Yuliang said, "They say an old man who won't die is a thief. My whole life, I don't know how many people have been hoping I'd croak, but this old thief is still living it up, hahahahaha!"
"..." Xiao Feng.
Respect, respect—this was a real master!
The guy was calling himself an "old thief" already; what else could he do?
He couldn't really throw away all face and start spewing filth at an eighty-something old man.
"Just spit it out. What did you come find me for?" Xiao Feng rubbed his brow, feeling an uncharacteristic sense of helplessness.
