What was wrong with all these youngsters these days?
Didn't they have the slightest respect for their elders?
Old bastard?
Torres had never been called anything like that in his life.
"You... you ignorant brat! How can you be so rude?" Torres pointed at Son Gohan and demanded furiously.
Son Gohan hadn't expected Torres to be so thin-skinned. A single remark had been enough to make him turn red with rage.
Clearly, despite his long years, this veteran God of Destruction had little experience trading insults.
Son Gohan planted his hands on his hips and laughed, his gleaming white teeth catching the light.
"Hahaha! You old fool, I'm going to kill you in a moment anyway. Why should I be polite? Since you refuse to die of old age, I'll send you to your grave!"
"Rude! You're far too rude!" Torres's face flushed crimson with anger. He clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly.
The Gods of Destruction and Demon Gods watching were speechless too. They hadn't expected Son Gohan to have such a venomous tongue.
Gods and demons though they were, they had never been subjected to the Zaun Culture that Son Gohan's otherworldly soul had brought with him.
Just imagining themselves in Torres's shoes was enough to make them furious.
At that moment, Beerus wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed. "Haha, no need. Just leave this old fool to me."
Seeing Son Gohan insult Torres until he shook all over had put Beerus in an excellent mood.
Son Gohan sounded a little disappointed. "All right, then. But let me land the finishing blow."
Beerus didn't know what he meant by a finishing blow, but he nodded anyway. "Sure."
"You... you two ungrateful wretches! I'll kill you both today!" Beside himself with rage, Torres