The situation was a little dire. The Golden-Haired Hou and Lushu not only had nearly three hundred spirit beast underlings, but also two senior underlings-diehard lackeys-who had become mortal enemies of Ren Ye and the others.
On Ren Ye's side, even counting Ox Little Mouse from the Cheer Squad, they had just five little beasts in total.
Five against three hundred. Advantage: us?
That sounded like bullshit, and it made Little Bad King's teeth ache a little.
An idea struck him. His eyes darted around before settling on Brother Tiger, and he asked softly, "Bao'er, is there a possibility... I'm only talking about a possibility here."
"What possibility?" Brother Tiger asked.
"You bend down, lower your head... and apologize to that bastard couple who slaughtered the spirit beasts in the mountains that night. While you're at it, express our willingness to join them." Ren Ye shamelessly suggested, "If they insist on pressing the issue, give them a kowtow... Brother Tiger, don't think doing this would cost you your dignity... You have to understand, this is just a strategy of enduring humiliation to win. Think about it. Once we've infiltrated their ranks, with our brainwashing skills and ability to win people over... we might well turn their three hundred spirit beast underlings into our own people!"
"Then the troops will be ours, and we'll fucking rebel on the spot. I can even recognize you as my big brother... and follow your orders...!"
He coaxed him patiently, making a very reasonable case.
Smack!
Brother Tiger suddenly sprang up and swatted Ren Ye with a paw, sending him spinning three times on the spot. "I'm a fucking Bai Ze, and you want me to grovel before them?! More importantly, you were the loudest one cheering when we killed that bastard couple that night!