"Quick, quick, quick! Get a move on and catch some more! Brother Yuan is still waiting for them!"
Zhao Wei shouted his orders, his voice echoing over the pigpen.
A group of young disciples was busy catching live pigs in the pen and stuffing them into Storage Bags.
Clearly unfamiliar with this sort of work, however, the disciples were all flustered and in a sorry state.
Some tried to grab the pigs by their legs, only for them to wriggle free; others fell over after exerting too much force, drawing bursts of laughter from those around them.
Just then, a booming laugh rang out:
"Hahahaha... put your backs into it, everyone! Move faster! Once we sell this batch of spirit beasts, everyone will get a hefty share of spirit stones!"
The speaker was Xu Xiu. His face brimmed with excitement, as though he could already see handful after handful of spirit stones pouring into his pockets, and greed glittered in his eyes.
After a little over half an hour of hard work, a disciple finally came running over, panting, with hundreds of Storage Bags full of live pigs in his hands.
He stopped before Zhao Wei and said between heavy breaths, "Brother Wei, these are the ones we just caught."
At that form of address, Zhao Wei flew into a towering rage. He glared at the disciple with wide eyes and roared:
"What? What did you just call me?
How many times have I told you to call me Brother Zhao? Just try calling me Brother Wei one more fucking time!
Believe me, I'll beat you until your own father can't recognize you!"
With that, he raised his palm and slapped the disciple hard across the face.
The brat kept fucking calling him the wrong thing all day long,