Having someone swear on his good brother Old Liu was, of course, intolerable to Little Bad King, who valued loyalty and friendship. His eyes bulged as he roared, "Fatty Chu, don't pull that shit with me! Old Liu already died a fucking horrible death! He even lost his head! What the hell's the point of swearing on something that already happened?!"
Afraid this fellow would keep hacking at him, Daoist Chu raised a hand to shield his big head and shouted, "How about this... I treat you to a feast at the Dining Hall, and we discuss it properly?"
"Then give me fifty thousand Star Source first."
"What do you need fifty thousand Star Source for?" Daoist Chu asked curiously.
"I'm afraid you'll eat and drink your fill, then slip away and leave me alone to pay the bill." Little Bad King had lost all trust in Old Chu.
Old Chu looked at him with a touch of pity. "My good brother, just how miserable was your childhood for you to develop such a dark personality and think so badly of people?!"
"You have the nerve to call me dark?" Little Bad King felt that the current Old Chu might be even more shameless and disgusting than he was. "Fuck, just look at what you've done! Even Little Songstress's slit isn't as dark or damp as you!"
"We're all friends here. Just listen to yourself! What kind of comparison is that? How embarrassing...!"
The Park District Twin Stars walked toward the Dao Palace's Dining Hall, bickering and cursing all the way.
Not long afterward, in a private room on the Dining Hall's second floor.
Little Bad King, who always paid attention to doing things properly, ordered not only a whole table of fine food and wine for himself, but