What Are You Supposed to Be?

"What... what did you say?"

The mocking look on Song Ren's face froze instantly.

"I said, fuck your mother!"

Chen Tong yanked his saber fully free, the flesh on his face trembling. "What the hell are you supposed to be? You dare wag your tongue about our lord behind his back?"

Chen Tong and the others had originally come from the martial world and were looked down upon within the Demon Suppression Office.

Under normal circumstances, they would never have dared act so brazenly before someone like Song Ren.

But hearing him speak of their superior like that, a nameless fire surged from the depths of their hearts.

Jiang Yuechu might have only recently entered the Demon Suppression Office, and she was a woman, but when facing a colossal force like Baosha Temple, she had still dared to draw her blade and charge forward, showing them not the slightest respect.

Yet this Captain Song before them usually strutted around like a big shot, imposing in every direction. But if he were truly asked to go up against Baosha Temple, he probably would not even dare let out a fart.

And yet this very spineless wretch, after Jiang Yuechu had earned her future through genuine skill, dared gossip behind her back, claiming she had risen through selling her body.

Just as Chen Tong was about to draw his blade, a thick palm gently pressed down on his wrist.

It was Monk Bujie.

"Amitabha. We brothers are merely rough men, and our words were a little too blunt. You are a magnanimous man, sir; please do not lower yourself to our level."

As he spoke, he tugged Chen Tong back, then clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Song Ren.

"However, Captain Jiang is now our direct superior, and she is