Han Han rattled off a long string, sticking out his neck defiantly.
"Your wings have grown, huh! Spouting rhymes at every turn, are you planning to ascend to the heavens or what! Come on, take out that secret message and map, let's see if this is the West Ridge Path or the West Mountain Path!"
The boss was also getting a little heated.
"Gone, both the map and the secret message are gone." Han Han's bravado suddenly deflated.
"Gone?! Where did you put them! If someone finds them, we're doomed!" The boss's voice rose slightly but quickly dropped.
"You told me before that to be a professional assassin, I should act more professionally, so I burned both the map and the secret message with a candle..." Han Han pouted.
"Burn, burn, burn your grandmother's leg! It's not like we were in front of our employer, who are you showing off to? Today I've got to teach you a lesson, I..." The boss made a move to untie the Hooked Iron Whip he called the seven wolves from his waist.
