"You idiot, you can't even read a map. I'm punishing you with no baths for three days!" He Yang put on a show of being "furious," jabbed a finger at Hei Shan's nose, and let loose a torrent of curses, then very quickly laid out the corresponding "disciplinary action," reward and punishment clearly separated.
Only… anyone who wasn't brain-dead could see the little act this master–servant pair was putting on.
Zhuo Qingyang's face flushed red, then went white. He practically itched to slap this pair of clowns—He Yang and Hei Shan, who had just toyed with all of the Martial Arts Hall disciples—flat into meat patties. Of course, that was assuming he had the ability!
Problem was, he did not!
