Monkey was at a loss, unsure whether he should tell them to be slower or faster. Slower meant prolonged suffering; faster seemed crude. Ah Huang bared his teeth, worried for his master, while Fat Chicken constantly schemed to pluck some fur. In this chilly weather, the dog's fur seemed exceptionally warm.
No one openly questioned the bizarre incident where Jing Shu used insects to devour the heads of two big men, but everyone was tacitly aware of what had happened. After all, Jing Shu had single-handedly killed four people, while Monkey, a B+ ranker, had struggled in a one-versus-two fight and even sustained injuries. So, what exactly was Jing Shu's rank?
Tan Ke patted Jing Shu on the shoulder. "Looks like we need to request a re-evaluation of your rank from the higher-ups. We've all seen your strength these past few days."
Snake Spirit hissed, "How about we classify you as an 'all-rounder'? Though you're still a bit behind our captain."
