To Zhang Fuzi, Little Bad King's bow of thanks was no different from the ultimate humiliation of pointing at a eunuch and asking how long he was. Seeing Little Bad King looking as though he had "survived a disaster," he genuinely wanted to chop him into mincemeat, make dumplings out of him, eat them, then shit him out and personally scatter the remains.
Zhang Fuzi could not see the slightest trace of proper courtesy or respect in this azure ox spirit. He suddenly recalled a new two-character term he had learned in the Migration Land-sucker.
It was an exquisitely apt description, perfectly capturing the look in Little Bad King's eyes when he looked at him.
He truly wanted to rage and vent, but his distinguished upbringing and the refinement of a Heavenly Pride still allowed him to suppress the urge to scatter shit. "Brother Daniu, there's no need for such courtesy. Let's change the subject..."
Golden Cicada Zi was also very afraid of getting splashed with blood. "Haha, we're all brothers. Why talk of thanks? Let's all forget about the fourth-grade pill."
Zhang Fuzi glared fiercely at Golden Cicada Zi with his cat eyes before asking Ren Ye, "How did you determine that the Guo An in No. 75 Prison was an impostor?"
"Right, what else did you spot?" Xu Yuan asked.
Little Bad King pondered for a long while, then shook his head slightly. "Actually, I didn't spot any definite clues either. My gut simply told me that Guo An was a fake. Perhaps lots of tiny details came together in my mind and instinctively produced that intuition."
"For example, the Suspect Register in Zhou Renquan's duty room contained no prison record for Guo An, and the Watchtower Compound authorities brought in Little Black Pig, with his bizarre divine