White Eagle Gong Wu knelt on the ground and couldn't help sighing inwardly.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Cang Wuzhang was still cursing at him from across the way.
He looked furious, and kept shouting, "Do you people have any brains when you do your jobs? If I hadn't looked over the list of your undercover agents before I came, I might've ended up fighting you too!"
He strode over to White Eagle Gong Wu and leaned down to ask, "Whether you kill me or I kill you, this will become a joke throughout the entire Evil Ghost World. Do you understand?"
Of course White Eagle Gong Wu understood.
Lord Cang would naturally be furious over such a huge blunder.
But this has nothing to do with me. It was the Ghost Lord's arrangement.
But could he say that?
"Damn it, I've lost all face!" Cang Wuzhang continued to roar.
Spittle sprayed across White Eagle Gong Wu's face.
White Eagle Gong Wu said nothing, keeping his mouth firmly shut.
He could only hope that Lord Cang would calm down soon and that this would all be over quickly.
Suddenly, his expression shifted.
Perhaps Cang Wuzhang was so furious that he clenched his fist and swung at him.
But on closer inspection, the punch had no force behind it at all.
Lord Cang isn't putting any strength into it, and he hasn't used any magic.
White Eagle Gong Wu felt a little relieved.
It seemed Lord Cang still had some restraint. He just needed to vent.
He could let him land one punch. It wasn't as if it would kill him.
That was the last thought of White Eagle Gong Wu's life.
The next instant, all his thoughts were shattered. He knelt on the ground, staring vacantly, unable to move.