"Cut beef offal? Buddy, take a look at my blade. It's no kitchen knife—it's the Freedom Ancient, a top-tier, level-four melee Soul Tool!"
"One slash from this, and I'd cut through not just the beef, but your chopping board too."
Wooden Door Bro excitedly hugged Shaobing Bro, while his hand drifted toward the cash box full of Credit Points behind Shaobing Bro's back.
"Heh, heh, heh..."
When Shaobing Bro pinned his hand down, Wooden Door Bro gave a sly grin.
"The Main Body Old Rogue's been a real piece of work lately. We're a little short on funds for this operation, so let me borrow some. You're doing business here; you can't be short on money."
"Bullshit!"~~~
"The Main Body Old Rogue approved ten thousand Credit Points for you to come sabotage Shrek, and now you're telling me you've spent it all? Like hell I believe that!"
"Cut it out, you two. You're embarrassing yourselves."
"If there were more people around, you'd make next week's news magazine. How would we carry out an infiltration then?"
Red Moon Bro and Poker Bro stepped out of the carriage, stretching as they breathed in the fresh air.
Star Bro's wings had been so huge that even the air inside the carriage had picked up the faintest hint of Qian Renxue's scent.
Only Mantis Bro, who had been driving up front, had escaped that ordeal.
"Enough talk. Fix us a few bowls of Lamb Offal Soup first."
"Two days and nights on a train to get here, then a carriage ride on top of that. My bones are about to fall apart."
With a blade of foxtail grass between his teeth, Mantis Bro leaned toward the roadside.
Without thinking, he reached into a bowl piled high with choice beef offal and grabbed a