Someone had come looking for him, so Little Bad King left before the banquet ended. Before leaving, he specifically instructed the Kitchen disciples to serve whatever additional food and wine these "poor relatives" requested, but to charge every expense today to Senior Brother Lin Ye.
Senior Brother Lin Ye had long since grown used to this kind of "extortion." After all, Little Bad King was exceptionally capable at his job. Not only was he the top salesman, but he was also greatly favored by their master, the Second Seat. Every assignment he completed brilliantly also earned Lin Ye credit.
Still, getting credit without lifting a finger came at a price-his purse suffered, for instance. These days, Little Bad King would demand reimbursement even for a bamboo sliver to scrape his ass with. This also gave Senior Brother Lin Ye ample justification for embezzlement.
In short, under the meticulous tutelage of one shitty master, the strongest bastard of the previous generation had finally encountered the supreme bastard of this generation. The two got along splendidly. Calling them partners in crime or vermin from the same nest would hardly be an exaggeration.
Little Bad King left the Reception Hall and went to the Tea Room in the Internal Affairs Office's Front Courtyard, where he met the two oddly shaped individuals waiting for him.
The man seated to the left of the tea table was tall and large, with a square head and face. Only twelve thick, willow-like strands of hair grew on his head, looking rather sparse from a distance. He was green all over, his skin covered in scaly bark, inexplicably giving the impression that he was sturdy and could take a pounding.
To the right of the tea table sat a fellow under five feet tall with an extraordinarily fat