"F*ck!"
The Fisherman suddenly cursed.
"Hey, what's the point of cursing for no reason?"
Liu Zheng said discontentedly.
"Why don't you try it yourself? Do you know how awful it feels to be summoned?"
The Fisherman shot him a glare.
"Nope, that kind of blessing is reserved for big shots like you. I can't afford it."
He shrugged.
The sewer is a big shot, the Fisherman is a mid-level big shot, Niu Ma is a junior big shot—anyway, they're all big shots.
As for the Supreme Councilman? Now that's a mega big shot.
"Tch. Get lost already. I need to lie down for a while. Damn it, I've only known you for a few days, and I've suffered more than in the last few decades combined."
The Fisherman grumbled and swore.
"Why don't you mention you've been accomplishing more in these few days than you did in the last few decades?"
Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.
"Are you leaving or not? If you don't, I'll skewer you out of here."
