Chai Qingtang was a short, scrawny old man. He sat astride his horse, holding a great guandao several times taller than himself.
"I am General Chai Qingtang. By order of the army overseer, I have come to aid our allies and deter the Devil Sect. Brothers of the River Guard Army, please don't misunderstand."
Meow King suddenly sprang forward, stood upright, and folded his forelegs across his chest. "You old bastard," he snarled, "everything on both banks of the Great River falls under our River Guard Army's jurisdiction. What, are you looking for a war?"
"Oh, come now, General Meow, that's putting it far too strongly. I was afraid you might misunderstand, which is precisely why I explained. We're here to help the River Guard Army."
"Help, my fucking ass! If your Northern Garrison Army really wanted to help, you'd have crossed the river and taken Champion City long ago. You bunch of assless bastards have dragged the Qi Kingdom's human race into ruin. Those aren't my words-that's what the Grand General King called you."
"A misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. We little soldiers and officers have assholes if our superiors say we do, and we don't if our superiors say we don't. As for the Qi Kingdom and the human race, they really don't have much to do with us," Chai Qingtang said with a beaming smile.
Meow King sneered. "I suggest you get lost right now. Push me too far, and I'll call in people to wipe out your Might-Raising Army. Hey, you men of the Might-Raising Army, let me ask you a few questions. Would you rather play the groveling grandson by the river, or fight the demon race fair and square? Would you rather trail behind our River Guard Army all day sniffing our farts, or go