"Oh? Let's hear it," Ge Mang said excitedly. "My rank is way too high. I can't challenge him."
"You're an idiot. Just get him to challenge you, and you're set," Moo WuZheng said, rolling his eyes.
"Fuck you! If he was going to challenge me, would I need you to come up with a plan, you little bastard?!" Ge Mang roared.
"Oh, so you're resorting to curses? A meal at the Drunken Immortal Tower isn't going to cut it anymore. I want another one on top of that. Plus, you have to cover my patrol duty for a week!"
"Moo WuZheng, you're just kicking a man while he's down," Ge Mang glared.
Moo WuZheng waved his hands with a pitiful look. "How could I do that? I'm the poor kid who's being coerced here. I'll give you three seconds to consider."
"Fine, spit it out. You're ruthless!" Ge Mang grumbled, releasing his grip.
