Long Yue's eyes lit up. He secretly took out a Video Soul Tool and positioned it for the shot. "Say that again."
"What?" Oscar continued grilling sausages.
Like a reporter conducting an interview, Long Yue prompted him. "The part about His Excellency Ma Hongjun, the Evil Fire Phoenix, and his personal conduct."
"His Excellency, my ass! He's just a brothel chicken!" Oscar had long harbored grievances and immediately began airing Ma Hongjun's dirty laundry. The man he described was practically a pervert.
These were golden words from the Food God's own mouth.
Things the history books had concealed out of respect for a venerable figure were now being shattered to pieces by Oscar.
Harassing village girls, for instance. Visiting the lowest-grade brothels to do filthy things. Shooting his mouth off. And-
He was like the Douluo Continent's version of Brother Sun.
No, don't make Brother Sun laugh. Brother Sun hadn't done nearly that many bad things.
From time to time, Long Yue even steered Oscar's remarks, trying to dig deeper into Ma Hongjun's dirty laundry.
Long Yue had no intention of keeping Ma Hongjun around. Strictly speaking, he was hostile toward everyone in Tang San's faction.
But some could be won over, some couldn't be touched, some could be disposed of, and some were objects of his desire.
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, for example, were women he coveted. Who didn't like pretty girls?
Oscar could be won over. A Food-System Soul Master would have a hard time whipping up any great winds or waves.
Dai Mubai couldn't be touched. After all, the Divine Realm Empire was descended from him. They could keep him well fed and comfortable; as long as he didn't aspire to godhood, there would be no problem.
Ma Hongjun could be disposed of. One more evil