Nezha was like a rabid dog, multiple pairs of arms sprouting from his back, each wielding a different magic treasure. His eyes blazed red, and before long, he had laid low a whole swath of people.
"As expected of Eight-Armed Nezha," Zhang Jian said slowly, panting. "Thank goodness he came."
"Good? Good, my ass." Du Yu turned around. "Bosses, you haven't forgotten the 'final plan,' have you? How are we supposed to carry it out with Nezha here?"
"Ah!" Zhang Jian froze. "You're absolutely right, sir! But..."
Zhang Jian slowly turned to look at Zhang Youren.
"Youren, there's one last thing I want to confirm with you."
"What is it, Chief?"
"Are you truly willing to exchange identities with me and let me become the Jade Emperor?"
Zhang Youren paused, then said quietly, "Chief, what are you saying? Why do you think I kept the entire Heavenly Court in the dark and secretly came here today?"
Realizing he had misspoken, Zhang Jian nodded. "Brother, I shouldn't have asked."
"Chief, put your mind at ease. Just tell me what we should do next."
"According to the gentleman's original plan, I only needed to give you the black veil over my face, and our identities would naturally switch. After all, no one knows that beneath this veil, I have the same face as you. But I didn't expect you to be wearing these golden clothes. If we really want to keep Nezha from suspecting anything, we'll have to exchange clothes too."
Zhang Youren nodded, then said awkwardly, "But how can we change in front of Third Prince Nezha?"
Both men turned to Du Yu at the same time.
"Huh? Why are you looking at me?" Du Yu froze. "You can't be serious! I can't handle that teenage edgelord!"
"Sir... there's no one