...
Outside the gate.
Zhu Li glanced at the massive, dark crowd behind them. "Boss, do we really need to bring this many people?"
"We do!"
Zhao Ci curled his lip. "Of course we do. Goddammit, every last one of these bastards is plotting something nasty. They took advantage of my absence to bully you, so why can't we make a grand entrance?"
Feng Kucha chimed in indignantly, "Exactly! They forced me to use my ultimate move, the mop dipped in feces! Don't I, Feng Kucha, deserve some face?!"
Zhao Ci: "..."
'The thing is, you're the only one who cares about that kind of face.'
He glanced at Feng Kucha, then at Yang Mo. 'These two are polar opposites.'
'Compared to Yang Mo's crushing psychological burden...'
'...Feng Kucha's mentality is just too good. And...'
