Watching Jiang Yu laughing and chatting with the three members of the Astral Express Crew, Green Pheobe slowly closed his mouth.
With the situation stacked against him, what else could he do?
Go along with it, of course.
Life as a working stiff was just that simple.
He might have joined the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus a little earlier, but that was useless. After all, whoever had the bigger fist was right.
Even taking a step back and leaving fists out of it, the fellow had the Medicus's favor.
Oh, Green Pheobe, Green Pheobe, what did you have?
So Green Pheobe quickly collected himself, put a smile back on his face, and sidled up to say:
"Uh... Lord Benbo'erba, they..."
"They're my friends! Don't tell me you know them better than I do?" Jiang Yu interrupted Green Pheobe, then waved his little hand and announced, "They pass!"
Green Pheobe opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
In all his years as a Cultivator, this was the first time he had felt so stifled.
Turning to look at his two colleagues, Purple Chrysanthemum and Blue Peach, he saw no reaction from either of them. Both looked ready to follow Benbo'erba's lead.
Green Pheobe suddenly felt a hint of crisis.
While he was still trying to reason with the person before him, those two shameless scoundrels had already begun their careers in sucking up!
He had lost at the starting line!
Realizing the problem, Green Pheobe immediately perked up and changed his strategy.
Wasn't it just sucking up?
He wasn't afraid of anyone!
He clearly had flexible principles. Only that way could he more easily survive their shadowy lives of constant overt and covert struggles, or even stand out.
As long as he sucked up well, handsome rewards were sure to follow.