"The food here was really good. Not only was it delicious, it was also greatly beneficial to the body. Even the little remaining injury in my body has healed."
Yuan Zheng, the Alliance Leader of the Black Water Alliance, walked out of the restaurant with a satisfied smile on his face. His black, lion-mane-like beard was still stained with grease from the food.
"Ptooey—"
Suddenly, someone beside him spat, the phlegm landing directly on his boots.
The smile on Yuan Zheng's face instantly froze.
He had never imagined that someone would behave so disgracefully in a place like this and actually spit.
Did gods spit?
And it had even landed right on his foot.
This was clearly deliberate provocation!
Yuan Zheng looked toward the person who had spat and saw that he was merely at the God Core Realm Early Stage. His fury immediately became impossible to suppress.
"Stop! Lick my shoes clean for this Alliance Leader."
These shoes were a spatial magical artifact he had seized from some bastard. They had helped him evade enemy pursuit many times on the battlefield.
He liked this pair of shoes very much, yet someone had now spat on them.
If it had been a high-level Spirit, he would have endured it. But the other party was merely a God Core Realm Early Stage Spirit.
"Get lost."
The man who had spat ignored Yuan Zheng, his face full of contempt as he walked straight into the restaurant.
"You..."
Just as Yuan Zheng was about to lash out, the person beside him hurriedly stopped him.
"Alliance Leader, this is a camp. Fighting is forbidden here. If a conflict breaks out, the Enforcement Team may very well kill us."
Only after hearing this advice did Yuan Zheng suppress his urge to act.
But he could