Wukong had already turned to leave before he finished speaking.
Bajie put away the Nine-Toothed Rake and hurried after him.
Little White Dragon and Sha Wujing asked no further questions either.
They left the rear storeroom, and the demon guards shut the stone door behind them.
The two demons outside stared at them.
One asked suspiciously, "Didn't you come to collect weapons? Why aren't you carrying any?"
Wukong stopped.
He slowly turned around.
His face was still that of a scrawny little demon, but his eyes suddenly took on an air of authority.
"Carrying?"
The little demon froze.
Wukong stepped forward, pointed at his nose, and snapped:
"Have you got a brain in that head? Those weapons weigh a ton! Why would we take them?"
"I'm the inspector personally appointed by the Great King!"
"The Great King sent me to check your work!"
"To see whether you're guarding the rear storeroom properly or slacking off! Anyone caught slacking will be executed on the spot!"
Both guards went rigid.
The other instinctively glanced at Bajie.
Disguised as the big-headed demon, Bajie scowled and slammed his iron fork against the ground.
Thud.
The stone floor trembled.
Both demons turned pale.
Hands behind his back, Wukong circled them, each unhurried step punctuating his words.
"I thought you two were doing a decent job."
"Who knew you had such loose tongues! Asking questions left and right, prying into the Great King's secret orders."
"Have you two got a death wish?"
Both demons dropped to their knees with a thump.
"Mercy, sir! We wouldn't dare!"
"We were only asking!"
Wukong frowned.
"Only asking?"
He looked down at them.
"How many things in this cave have been ruined by someone 'only asking'?"
The two demons hastily kowtowed.
"We'll never do it again!"
"Never again!"
Wukong gave