Chapter 0049 – If You Don’t Give Permission, Even Your Pants – Absolute Returns

The first one to arrive at the Windfall Residence was Demon Monarch Zhang Hu.

His tall frame and the scar on his face were enough to intimidate everyone in the tavern. As he walked through the first floor lobby and up to the second floor with a steady pace, the tavern, which had been bustling with activity, fell silent, and it wasn’t until he came and sat down at our table that time seemed to flow again.

“Swordfather, goodbye.” Zhang Hu cupped his fists and saluted.

“I’m fine, it’s you, you’ve been busy lately, haven’t you? Calling you here won’t delay you, will it?”

“Swordfather is joking, it’s an honor to share a drink with you.”

“Today is the first gathering between my brothers and I, so of course you’re not missing. Come on, I’ll toast you first!”

I filled Zhang Hu’s glass of wine and drank it all.

“Many thanks, Swordfather!” Zhang Hu also raised his cup and drank.

Xu Dalong and Zhang Hu greeted each other, they had met before because of that anonymous letter. Xu Dalong’s body is thin and small, standing beside the tall and big Zhang Hu, he looks even more petite and delicate.

I took a sip of my drink and asked, “Been busy lately, huh?”

“It was pretty hectic when I first took office, but it’s much better now.”

“If there’s a dilemma you can’t solve, feel free to come to me.”

“Yes, subordinate remembered.”

Zhang Hu is a loyal and honest person, with a delicate mind, very emotional, and a person I can trust.

After he came, the speed of our drinking accelerated significantly. Zhang Hu has an amazing amount of alcohol, a few cups of wine, his face does not change color.

Xu Dalong stole a glance at Zhang Hu from time to time, his eyes filled with envy.

“Envy him?” I read his mind at once.

“Huh?” Xu Da Long froze for a moment, ” envy what?”

“Envious of Monarch Zhang.”

Xu Dalong borrowed the strength of wine and said frankly, “Yes, I used to want to be like him, to become a great hero admired by millions of people, but it s a pity …….”

“It’s not too late to try.”

“You said before that I had missed the best of times, that I was a disappointment to him. But I’m thirty-two years old, what else can I do?”

“Like I said, it’s not too late to try.”

Xu Dalong had wanted to retort, but in the end, he swallowed his words back and picked up his wine glass and drank it all. If someone else had said that, he would have already slapped the table and walked away.

Although he suppressed his discontent with alcohol, his face was still a little red.

“Do I really have a chance?” He asked seriously.

I understood his feelings, so I also replied seriously, “The opportunity, of course, was there, but you’ve missed the best time.”

“Alas ……,” Xu Dalong sighed, his eyes filled with disappointment. It seemed that he was still holding on to a sliver of fantasy, hoping to change the status quo.

“But that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

“What does that mean?”

“Because you will cherish it more and work harder. With every swing of the sword, you will put your best foot forward; with every step, you will think deeply.”

“But even if I try harder, I won’t be able to catch up with those geniuses, right?”

“Who says we can’t catch up? Look, isn’t there a living example here? He’s synonymous with ‘not recognizing fate’!”

I nudged towards downstairs, and Xu Dalong and Zhang Hu followed my gaze. Only to see Li An running up the stairs in a flurry of wind, her tall figure attracting everyone’s attention.

“He started on this path before you, but now he sweats day in and day out on the martial arts practice field, but he remains optimistic and never gives up.”

Liam came to the table, panting, “Sorry, sorry, I’m late, I just showered and changed.”

“It’s all our own, what’s the rush?”

“Of course I’m going to grab it, it’s a rare chance to have a drink with everyone.”

Li An greeted Zhang Hu and Xu Dalong.

“Good day, Sovereign Zhang, good day, Lord Xu.”

Both of them were staring straight at her, and Li An thought that she had come late and upset everyone, so she hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, am I late?”

Xu Dalong was staring at Li An because of my phrase “living example”, while Zhang Hu was staring at Li An for other reasons.

“Miss Li An, you don’t seem to be the same as before.” Zhang Hu said.

“Yes?”

“Well, it feels like your demeanor has changed.”

As a Demon Lord, Zhang Hu’s eyesight was naturally extraordinary.

Li An looked at me and said with a smile, “Recently, I’ve been practicing martial arts hard, and I’ve lost weight, so of course my temperament will change.”

Li An and I both knew in our hearts that her change wasn’t just due to practicing martial arts diligently, but because she had cultivated the Bitian Sword Technique. However, this martial art is a top secret and should never be leaked out.

Zhang Hu should have guessed a few things as well, but he didn’t pursue it further.

“It’s a bad day and I was just about to have a drink, come on, pour me a drink!”

Li An said, and handed over the wine glass. I filled it for her and said with a smile, “It’s been hard practicing.”

“I should, this is all what I should do. It’s you, on the contrary, who works even harder than me, staying up late every day to cultivate.”

Hearing this, Xu Dalong said in surprise, “Really?”

“You don’t know?” Liam asked rhetorically.

Xu Dalong looked at me and then at Li An and said, “You don’t look like a martial arts practitioner at all.”

“That’s because, he has a tough heart.”

Xu Dalong looked at me, then at Zhang Hu, then at Li An, and finally, he silently took a sip of mulled wine.

“Why do I get the feeling that I’m the only one who’s a loser?”

“How can you be a failure if you work hard and responsibly?” Li An comforted.

“But, I actually skipped work today to come and drink.” Xu Dalong lowered his head, his tone frustrated.

“Aiya, Lord Xu, you’re too serious, aren’t you? You are the backbone of Department Six!” Li An joked.

“Come on, let’s toast this ‘loser’!” I raised my glass and said with a smile.

Liam also raised his glass and exclaimed, “To the ‘losers’!”

Zhang Hu also raised his glass.

Instead of getting angry, Xu Dalong raised his glass and laughed at himself, “I’m the ‘loser’!”

“Well? Seeing how hard they all work, have you ever thought about learning a good martial art?” I asked.

“Huh? Learn from you?”

“Of course not.”

“Who did that learn from?”

Xu Dalong subconsciously looked at Zhang Hu.