Elder Jing's eyebrows arched, clearly somewhat displeased.
Fatty tempted him, saying, "Elder Jing, if this succeeds, it will be a great merit!"
"A great merit!"
Elder Jing's eyes gleamed. He leaped from the window, landed in front of Fatty, and asked, "So how do you want me to assist you?"
Fatty said, "Jian Haotian has a peculiar hobby. If we cater to it, he'll surely agree."
"And what hobby might that be?"
Elder Jing looked surprised.
Fatty said, "He likes bear paws."
"Bear paws?"
Elder Jing paused, then chuckled, "That's simple. We'll just go to a restaurant and buy one."
"No, no, no."
Fatty waved his hands repeatedly and shook his head. "The bear paws in restaurants have usually been stored for a long time and aren't fresh at all. Jian Haotian likes fresh bear paws, preferably just severed."
"In the dead of night, where are we to find him fresh bear paws?" Elder Jing frowned.