Lamborghini's Storage

"Do you think the Master might be in the Demon Suppression Division?" In North City, Wang Tie Zhu looked up at the black-cloud vortex still showing no signs of dissipating above the Demon Suppression Division and muttered.

"Let's go take a look after we finish touring North City. Who knows?"

Lamborghini shook his head. "But listen, Turtle Boy, Lin'an City is several times bigger than the Li Capital. With just our four eyes, we'll be searching until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse."

The nickname "Turtle Boy" was the result of a mutual compromise between Lamborghini and Wang Tie Zhu.

In the past, Lamborghini had called Wang Tie Zhu things like "little bastard turtle" and "damned turtle," while Wang Tie Zhu had called Lamborghini "plow-puller" and "cheap breeding bull."

But now that Qin He was gone, the two beasts could not go their separate ways. They had to stick together and search for him.

So, in an effort to ease the tension between them, Lamborghini had taken the initiative to change what he called Wang Tie Zhu to "Turtle Boy."

It was not exactly flattering, but it was already much gentler. Wang Tie Zhu had tacitly accepted it as well.

"There are only two options: either we search ourselves, or we spend money to ask around." Wang Tie Zhu pondered for a moment. "I'm out of money. Do you have any?"

Lamborghini immediately snapped, "Look at me—I'm bare all over. Where could I possibly hide money?"

"Your stomach." Wang Tie Zhu's tone was certain.

Lamborghini's bull eyes flickered at once. "Who hides money in their stomach? That's where food goes. How filthy! What if it won't come out and I get bloated to death?"

"Enough. Stop pretending. We both cultivate the Ancestral Demon Technique the