Hearing Zhong Kui's words, Yang Yun froze where he stood. He wanted to argue, but in the end, he could not get the words out and could only let out a haughty snort.
"Old man, you can't explain it now, can you?"
"You've been clumsy with words since you were little. Being clumsy would've been one thing, but you're stubborn too."
"You're like that old stubborn mule. What are you even doing this for?"
"You wear that sour face every day like someone owes you money. Think about when we were together. Did the Underworld really bring us happiness?"
"Wasn't it just us rolling up our sleeves and getting things done together?"
"A whole bunch of us beating up one bald monk, each of us getting in a kick—wasn't that satisfying?"
"We'd long grown used to having someone else shoulder the burden. We didn't need to think about anything. We just had to fight."
"Forget me. Just look at yourself. With that head of yours full of mush, do you really think you can lay out schemes and play chess?"
"Damn it, you can't even understand how to play Gomoku."
Zhong Kui truly had no reservations. He stared Yang Yun straight in the face and spoke rapidly, perfectly displaying his chatterbox nature.
"Come work with us. I've already been in touch with the Heaven Group, but they interfere with us too much."
"They can only give us some plans at critical moments."
"Oh, right. They even set up a new department called the Underworld. Just listen to that—what a badass name."
"Stop putting on airs and come on. There's even a damn salary."
As he spoke, Zhong Kui looked at Yang Yun expectantly, waiting for his decision.
As for Du Ziren, Zhong Kui could not even be bothered to look