"What should we do?" one of them asked anxiously.
"What can we do? Can you step in?" the other said disdainfully.
"Bullshit! If I could step in, I'd have become a Gongfeng long ago! You want me to step in? Are you wishing for me to die early and be reborn early?"
"Enough nonsense! Since we can't interfere, hurry up and make a phone call to the director. Tell him what's happening here, or the two of us are definitely getting chewed out later!"
"Fine!" He took out his phone, but when he saw the situation in the field, he hesitated. "This youngster named Chen Mo should be a Houtian Martial Artist, right?"
The two of them were merely field personnel from the Kyoto branch. Their team happened to be on leave, and they had been enjoying their vacation in Kyoto when Cang Zhihui unexpectedly pressed them into service. As a result, they did not know much about Chen Mo.
They had only received an introduction to Chen Mo on the way to the airport, containing a headshot, full-body photos, and his public information: a Martial Artist at Houtian Layer Six!
"The file says Chen Mo is a Houtian Layer Six Martial Artist!"
"Then how has he held out under Gongfeng Zhao Zhixin's pressure for so long? Houtian Layer Six? We ran far away, and we're at Houtian Layer Eight! Don't tell me Chen Mo can withstand it without any problem! I didn't study much, so don't fool me!"
"Oh? You said you didn't study much? Who the hell are you insulting?"
"Bullshit! I wasn't insulting you!"
Because the two fellows practiced martial arts, neither had properly attended school, so their education was limited. They cared deeply about anything related to studying, and the mention of not studying much had