"Fuck!"
You Dongtian cursed, "Now he's getting all huffy with me."
He immediately took out his phone and called the Left Route Heavenly King, only to hear a busy signal.
"The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable."
Shit, he's blocked me!!
"..." Holding his phone, You Dongtian muttered to himself, "Over this little thing... was that necessary? Did he really have to block me?"
"Come on, let's go drinking ourselves!"
"Every last one of them-why do they have so many damn issues!"
You Dongtian led his people away, cursing all the while.
Behind him, Marshal Dongfang was drenched in cold sweat.
The weather was cold now, and Marshal Dongfang actually felt as though the sweat on his body had frozen.
Shit, that scared the life out of me!
A world war nearly broke out right here on my turf!
And what the hell could the handful of troops I have here possibly do...?
"You Dongtian, you son of a bitch!"
Though his rank was too low for Marshal Dongfang to dare curse him to his face, inwardly, he had already cursed eight generations of the Right Route Heavenly King's ancestors!
Could you fucking make it any scarier!
Nine Great Witches at the gates of Sun Moon Pass!
Fuck your uncle, You Dongtian, you really are a talent-no, a genius...
"Dongfang, coming for a drink?" You Dongtian's voice drifted over from far outside.
"No, thank you." Gritting his teeth, Marshal Dongfang walked to the door. "How thoughtful of you, Right Heavenly King... if anything comes up next time, please go south or north... I'd be eternally grateful..."
He stopped before he could finish.
Because You Dongtian had long since vanished.
With a bang, Marshal Dongfang kicked a chair over.
"Son of a bitch! Go fuck a dog!"
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