To prevent the tragedy of their three-headed brother being beaten to death by Buddha’s Son right after "revealing" his identity as a mole, Little Bad King could only kindly persuade him to leave the meeting.
The Three-Headed Azure Bird looked deeply aggrieved. Even at the door, he was still gazing tenderly at Buddha’s Son, but in private, he secretly transmitted his voice to Ren Ye. "Please allow me to presume to address you as... Ox Heavenly Venerable. I heard from Black Dog that you have some really potent little pills, called... Seven-Treasure Pills, was it?"
Little Bad King looked at him in mild surprise. "What about them?"
"Ah... I know what I'm about to say might lower your opinion of me. But I still want to ask: could you bestow a couple of Seven-Treasure Pills on me too?" The Three-Headed Azure Bird made his attempt without the slightest concern for his dignity. "I'm practically crying with longing!"
For an instant, Little Bad King felt that the other fellow might be even more shameless than he was. "Come on, brother. Your big brother already wants to kill you, and you're still thinking about squeezing benefits out of me? I think... we should keep our distance. That would really help preserve your brotherly bond."
"There's absolutely no need. He's already decided I'm the most deeply embedded spy. Think about it... I'm saddled with that terrible reputation, but I haven't gained a thing. Isn't that a huge loss?" the Three-Headed Azure Bird pleaded sincerely. "Give me two. Honestly... without my brilliant planning, you wouldn't have won so easily."
"When you put it that way... you do have a point." Little Bad King was somewhat talked around. "One, then. I'm not exactly flush right now. When I have more pills later, I'll share some