"What... what did you say?"
The sneer on Song Ren's face froze instantly.
"I said, fuck your mother!"
Chen Tong drew his saber all the way, the flesh on his face trembling. "What the fuck are you? You dare wag your tongue about our lord behind her back?"
Chen Tong and the others had come from the jianghu to begin with, and were never well received within the Demon Suppression Bureau.
Under normal circumstances, they would never have dared act so recklessly before someone like Song Ren.
But hearing him speak of their superior in such a manner, a nameless fire surged from the depths of their hearts.
Though Jiang Yuechu had only recently entered the Demon Suppression Bureau and was a woman, when faced with a behemoth like Jeweled Temple, she had still dared to draw her blade and charge forward, showing them not the slightest courtesy.
Yet this Captain Song before them usually strutted about in all his pomp and glory. If he were truly told to cross Jeweled Temple, he probably would not even dare let out a fart.
And yet this very spineless coward, after Team Leader Jiang had earned her future through genuine skill, dared gossip behind her back and claim that she had risen through selling her body.
Just as Chen Tong was about to strike, a thick, fleshy palm lightly pressed down on his wrist.
It was the monk Bujie.
"Amitabha. We brothers are merely crude men and speak a little too bluntly. You are a man of great magnanimity, sir; please do not lower yourself to our level."
As he spoke, he tugged Chen Tong back slightly. Then, facing Song Ren, he pressed his palms together and gave a small bow.
"However, Captain Jiang is now our immediate superior, and also the