Sanpao wasn't a Trash Martial Soul?
How was that possible?!
Gangzi froze for an instant, then shook his head wildly.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Sanpao is a Trash Martial Soul. If it weren't for it, how could someone with my intelligence possibly..."
Seeing Gangzi boast about his intelligence again, everyone present rolled their eyes.
Honestly, they were starting to wonder.
Did Gangzi really not know, or was he pretending?
Or had he told the lie so many times that he'd fooled even himself into believing it?
Come on, man. What intelligence?
Well, that wasn't entirely fair. Gangzi did have one talent.
Not just anyone could fool both Liu Erlong and Bibi Dong.
Liu Erlong seemed to think of that too. She stepped forward and struck without mercy. "Shut up, you worthless piece of trash."
"Intelligence? You've got the nerve to bring that up?"
"Your Ten Core Competencies are either common knowledge or garbage you dreamed up to look clever, like drawing legs on a snake. What intelligence do you have?"
"You..."
Seeing his former "devoted fan" expose him like this, Gangzi flew into a rage and said something he would regret. "Hmph. Then why did you believe me?"
"You treated my theories like sacred scripture back then. If I'm trash, that makes you an even bigger—"
"You worthless bastard! You're asking for it!"
Liu Erlong's face flushed with fury, and she kicked Gangzi flying.
Bang!
Worthless bastard. Of all the things he could bring up, he chose my shameful past. He must be tired of living.
Liu Erlong rolled up her sleeves, looking ready to beat Gangzi to death. Su Ye caught her hand and shook his head slightly.
Gangzi's frail body couldn't withstand many more blows. She might accidentally kill him.
And if Gangzi died, wouldn't they lose