The little monkey explained rather helplessly, "Benefactor, I already warned you."
The dark-faced man said nothing, but his gaze remained fixed on the monkey's chest.
Though that glimmer of azure light had flashed only once, anyone could tell it was no ordinary thing.
"Hand it over!"
"I really can't take it out."
The little monkey's six ears twitched, and he added earnestly, "Besides, I don't know where it is. Master touched me, and it went inside."
The dark-faced man's brows knitted tighter and tighter.
The tall, thin man clutched his backside, his face flushed with anger.
"Big Brother, why are you still wasting words on him?"
He snatched a wooden club from the ground and made to strike the little monkey.
Seeing this, the little monkey hurriedly said, "Benefactor, we can talk this over. Hitting people is never good."
"And if you still won't listen, you'll get hurt again in a moment."
"I'm going to hit you today! Let's see how I get hurt!"
The club had barely risen when a soft chuckle suddenly sounded overhead.
"Oh? You little monkey actually noticed me?"
Everything fell silent at the sound, and everyone froze.
The dark-faced man abruptly looked up. Another monkey had appeared in the tree without anyone noticing, dressed as a pilgrim, with a pointed muzzle and hollow cheeks, looking down at them.
Wukong had only just arrived when he spotted this amusing scene. The bandits themselves were nothing special.
But this little monkey with six ears was truly rather odd. He was neither a spirit nor an immortal.
And for some reason, Wukong found his voice familiar, though he could not recall where he had heard it.
What surprised him even more was that the little monkey had actually noticed him.
The tall, thin man slowly took a