Why the hell isn't this dog-shit thing dead yet!
Just as he was grinding his teeth, he felt a pat on his shoulder again. He gave a self-mocking smile and turned back: "No need to console me anymore, Your Maj—"
The smile froze on his face.
All he saw was a dog-faced bastard mug, grinning at him with a disgusting beggar's smile.
"What's the Great Craftsman doing here? Right, I respect you too!"
Ji Jue!!!
This dog-shit thing blinked at him, smile full of expectation, his little hands rubbing together: "Next, can we talk about the profit split on the minerals again?"
Dog-shit bastard, every time I try to respect you, you start talking!
"..."
Yellow Beard closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and with all his strength forced down the anger about to erupt.
"How much do you want?" He squeezed the words out through his teeth: "I can make it happen, Beifeng's share can be cut a bit, but don't you dare get too greedy!"
