Get Lost, Speechless

Get lost

Golf, furious from humiliation, no longer cared about niceties. Even the bare minimum of courtesy was gone.

"No!" Qu Jianlei turned and walked toward the gate, raising a hand to close it.

"Heh." Seeing this, Golf sneered. "The mighty Hongjingtian Supreme does not even dare admit his identity. Isn't that embarrassing?"

"What I hate most is people like you who cannot speak properly." Qu Jianlei stopped closing the gate and looked at him impatiently.

"You clearly know who I am, yet you keep babbling and asking. Is it so hard to just get to the point?"

No matter what, there had to be a reason they had come under the banner of the Divine Script Society.

If they were willing to speak properly, he did not mind hearing them out—after all, he also needed to stay informed about the outside world.

But if they insisted on putting on airs, then he could do without whatever news they had.

Golf's lips twitched. In this matter, he really had made a slight misstep.

The Divine Script Society had grown accustomed to looking down on everyone. Over time, they had unconsciously picked up certain habits.

Even when dealing with Supremes, they were used to confirming the other party's identity before discussing business.

Of course, in today's case, it was not merely an unconscious habit.

Golf had also wanted to imply that, famous or not, Qu Jianlei had appeared out of nowhere, so it was perfectly normal that they did not know him.

Deep down, he had wanted to humiliate the other party a little.

Who would have thought that not only were his hands formidable, but his tongue was sharp as well?

Golf was no slouch with words either, but faced with this situation, he really had nothing good to say.