"Just a little trick." Zhu Bajie blew a breath toward Roland, and the net instantly turned into a pig bristle and fell away.
"Impressive." Marcus clapped.
"Little Monkey King, you can do that too, right?" Nightwing asked Marcus. "Let me see!"
"I'm still not very good at it." Marcus plucked out a monkey hair and blew it away, turning it into a very oddly shaped paper figure.
"...That's it?" Nightwing studied the paper figure. "I can't even tell it's a woman. Her butt isn't even as perky as mine."
"...Even the ones my master makes don't have butts as perky as yours, okay?" Marcus curled his lip.
"That's true." Roland nodded.
"Let's not talk about butts today." Nightwing changed the subject and looked at the newly awakened Penguin. "Tell us, how did the Golden Horn King possess you?"
"Rude little brat." Penguin snorted. "It was just an accident—"
"An accident?"
"It was all because gold prices skyrocketed—" Penguin explained what had happened.
"So why did you think the Golden Horn King was made of pure gold? Just because of his name?" Roland asked.
"Yep."
"Translation really does lead people astray." Roland sighed.
"You really are uncultured," Batman said.
"...Can we turn the page on this?" Penguin felt thoroughly humiliated. He had always considered himself a highly intelligent villain, but now he had done something this stupid, and people had found out—
"Fine. Back to business," Roland said. "Marshal, you must know something, right?"
"Yes. If I'm not mistaken, the Silver Horn King will appear next," Zhu Bajie said. "And the location will be... Amnesty Bay."
"Shall we leave now, then?" Roland asked.
"What's the rush?" Zhu Bajie pressed his palms together. "At least arrange some noodle soup and vegetarian food. Let me have a meatless meal before we go."
"Sure."