Little Bad King felt rather guilty. He thought his slap had been too hard, and he should not have taken his anger out on Old Chu. "This has nothing to do with me, but I don't think people should behave like that. Especially you, a dignified Heavenly Venerable's successor. How can you climb the ranks by snitching and bad-mouthing people behind their backs? Where's your integrity? Where are your ideals...?!"
Daoist Chu, who had always been a very polite man, actually leaped into the air, swung his arm in a full arc, and slapped Little Bad King right back.
Smack!
Little Bad King rocked three times like a roly-poly toy.
"Integrity, my great-granny's ass...!" Daoist Chu demanded through gritted teeth. "You think you're the only good person here?! If you're so good, what are you doing at the Discipline Hall? Aren't you here to report someone too, to climb up on your fellow disciples' backs?"
Little Bad King collected himself and steadied the brains rattling around his skull before waving a hand. "Stop arguing. I really didn't come to report anyone this time. Someone fucking reported me. I'm here to catch him."
Hearing this, Daoist Chu immediately felt guilty too. "Then you really have had it rough. Sorry... I shouldn't have hit you back."
"I'm going all out today. Even if I have to sacrifice myself, I'm putting a stop to this rotten habit of snitching over every little thing in our sect." Little Bad King trembled with rage. "I'm definitely beating the shit out of Geng Zhengliang today. If you're my brother... you'll help me thrash him."
Daoist Chu blinked. "You've already lost Discipline Score points?"
"Yeah. That bastard secretly reported me twice. Cost me thirty points."
"Let it go, let it go... They've already deducted them. What good