"Cut the crap. Just tell me whether you'll help!"
"No." Gu Huangquan turned to leave. "Thanks to you, I can barely get by in North Mang anymore. If I go and offend the Collector now, life will only get harder."
"Bullshit!" The Painter chased after him, cursing. "What do you mean, thanks to me? You're the one digging up everyone's ancestral graves!"
"I dig up ancestral graves for the corpses. You? You're just sick in the head, hurting people without gaining anything.
"I thought you'd rein yourself in after the Black King set his sights on you. Instead, you turned around and stole from the Collector. Are you really that eager to die?"
The Painter flew into a rage, but remembering that he still needed a favor, he could only seethe for a moment.
He took a deep breath and grabbed Gu Huangquan, dropping his joking tone to speak with grave seriousness.
"The Black King has set his sights on me."
Gu Huangquan glanced at him. "Tell me something I don't know."
The Painter said, "...I mean he's come after me again! While you were working on the Tyrant's corpse, I went to Myriad Wealth Capital to hide from the Black King.
"You know how developed the entertainment industry is there. After that long journey, I thought I'd go enjoy a sauna..."
"Why not start with Pangu creating the world?"
His fist clenched. Hard.
The Painter badly wanted to punch Gu Huangquan, but considering that this bastard really would repay him tenfold, he decided against it.
"Anyway, the Black King attacked me while I was taking a bath."
Gu Huangquan looked at the Painter in surprise, sizing him up from head to toe.
"What are you looking at me like that for?"
"I wanted to see if you had three