In just a few minutes, Yang Zhen had become sworn brothers with two demonic practitioners?
"Brother, not to hide it from you, the honored master is great in all aspects, but he doesn't let his brothers do what they enjoy, causing us quite a bit of resentment."
Squint-eyed leaned into Yang Zhen, sniffed him vigorously, and with an intoxicated look on his face, he giggled, "Really, you smell wonderful."
On the surface, Yang Zhen appeared as steady as an old dog, but in reality, his skin crawled, nearly kicking the sleazy rascal straight into his grandmother's grave.
"Ah, who's to say you're wrong? Now I've got a handle into the hands of you two brothers, don't sell me out, I don't want to face the honored master's wrath."
Yang Zhen said earnestly, wrapping his arm around Squint-eyed's shoulder, intimate as if they were real brothers.
Squint-eyed stared and said, "No, no way, how could we possibly sell you out? Next time something good comes up, I'll definitely bring you along."
