The Most Humiliating Kidnapping in History, Tang San Can't Speak His Mind!

Tang San was dumbfounded on the spot.

He was still basking in the supreme glory of having been promoted to "Chief Construction Supervisor," only for this laborer to hit him with a professional question right away!

Cement?

Sand?

Tang San had lived two lives. In his previous life, he made hidden weapons; in this one, he was a Soul Master. Civil engineering was so far outside his field that they might as well have been worlds apart!

But seeing the Sea God's righteous expression—one that even carried the indignation of a professional being lectured by an amateur—Tang San felt the authority of his position as chief supervisor face an unprecedented challenge.

Especially with the countless big shots at the restaurant entrance casting occasional glances their way. If he showed any weakness, he was afraid he would lose this supervisor position by tomorrow!

At that thought, Tang San's survival instincts instantly overwhelmed everything else.

He craned his neck, puffed out his chest, and mimicked Angel Rakshasa Dong's arrogant, take-no-prisoners attitude from yesterday. With a crack, he lashed the divine power whip in his hand through the air, producing an explosive snap!

"Why are you yelling?!"

Tang San pointed the whip at the Sea God's nose, his spit flying even more fiercely than the other man's.

"Why are you shouting so loudly?!"

"Isn't it just cement and sand?!"

"You think I didn't prepare any? I'm testing your professionalism, understand?!"

"Just wait right here!"

"I'll get it for you right now!"

After saying that, Tang San did not even glance at the Sea God. He stuffed the whip, both sacred and sinister, into his Soul Tool, then turned and swaggered toward the street corner with his feet turned outward.

That back view was as arrogant as could be, as professional as could be.