"Who are you calling a country bumpkin?" Ye You narrowed his eyes, looking every inch the bandit.
"I'm calling you a country bumpkin!" Stanley was even more overbearing than Ye You.
The anger on Ye You's face instantly vanished. "Idiot, there are actually people who call themselves country bumpkins..."
"Chitter, chitter, chitter..." A golden-haired monkey suddenly sprang out from nowhere, landed on Ye Luo's shoulder, pointed at Stanley, and doubled over with laughter.
Stanley froze for a moment, then his face instantly turned a deep purplish red.
Ye Luo shook his head. Looks like they had all been led astray by him.
When the master was humiliated, the servant would die for him. A warrior behind Stanley suddenly stepped forward, his long fingers gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist.
But Stanley raised his right hand to stop him. He glanced at Ye Luo, then said coldly to Farol, "Sir Farol, you said before that we would have four partners of comparable strength. You never said there would be an extra burden here to split the credit with us. If you insist on letting the Zerg join, then I think we need to renegotiate the distribution of benefits."
A trace of impatience flashed across Farol's face. "Stanley, the Zerg's combat potential is far greater than you imagine. In terms of courtesy, you are all guests I invited. But in practical terms, you are all mercenaries I recruited. Since you accepted the payment I offered, you must obey my command."
When old Farol turned serious, he actually carried quite an imposing presence.
"Hmph!" Stanley snorted and fell silent. Yet the cold gleam flashing through his eyes from time to time made it clear he was up to no good.
Farol continued the introductions. "This is Padeli, from the Padelun