Chapter 420: The Tragic Life of a Corporate Slave
Buqishan.
Returning to this ancient mountain with a hint of wilderness, Young Master Sang scanned the group of young warriors from the Demon Clan behind him with a dismissive glance.
Most of them were participants in this gathering of demons, including Mu Nala, the chief’s son of the Fire Ape clan.
Though that guy was still glaring at him with jealousy, he could only swallow his resentment for now, given the gap in their strength and status.
“Boss, what do we do next?”
“Next, I will pair you two together,” Young Master Sang said with a serious face. “Split up and gather information about the surroundings of Buqishan.”
“We are the vanguard, ensuring that when the Dragon Lord leads his army here, everything is safe and sound.”
“Yes!” The response was a unified roar.
After simply dividing the group, when he approached Mu Nala, Young Master Sang expressionlessly said, “As for you… you’ll be with me.”
Mu Nala was taken aback for a moment, then looked at him warily.
This guy.
Is he planning to take this opportunity for personal revenge in some secluded spot?
But for now, he was technically his subordinate, so he could only grit his teeth and agree: “Okay.”
Soon, the demon warriors scattered, moving further away from Buqishan.
This was Young Master Sang’s plan.
There were already Demon Cultivators lying in wait around Buqishan, ready to pick them off one by one as they dispersed.
Young Master Sang didn’t plan to kill them; keeping them alive would add leverage for future negotiations with Long Xiao.
After all, these young elites from the Demon Clan were treasures within their respective tribes. They held considerable weight.
Mu Nala, however, had no idea that those who had been traveling with him had already lost consciousness one by one in unseen areas.
His focus remained on Young Master Sang, who seemed to be leisurely strolling ahead.
“…Chaya.”
By the time they reached halfway up the mountain, Mu Nala could no longer contain himself: “Now that there’s no one else around, just say what you want.”
“Hmm?” Young Master Sang turned back in confusion.
“I know, I’ve bullied you in the clan all these years, and you must hold a grudge against me.”
Mu Nala said darkly, “But now that the tables have turned, you probably want to take this chance to humiliate me and settle the score.”
“If that’s the case, let’s see who’s stronger in a fight!”
Seeing him all fired up like a two-dimensional male lead, Young Master Sang was momentarily baffled, scratching his head: “Uh, you want to fight me?”
“Are you sure? I’m the chief of this gathering of demons.”
“I know I can’t beat you!”
Mu Nala shouted bluntly, “But as a member of the Fire Ape clan, we’re all straightforward men! Even if I die, it must be in direct combat with the enemy! I won’t back down!”
“Come on! For Mama, I must fight you to the death today. Let’s decide our fate!”
Young Master Sang hadn’t considered much of it.
He had just picked someone who looked weak, someone he could easily knock out without much effort.
But he didn’t expect this kid to be so passionate, acting like some anime protagonist.
And when he said “for Mama,” Young Master Sang suddenly felt a chill down his spine and hurriedly waved his hands: “No, no, no, let’s leave the beauty for you. I’m not worthy.”
On hearing this, Mu Nala became even angrier, his eyes nearly shooting fire: “How dare you insult Mama like that! It’s too much; she’s your childhood friend!”
“I’ll make sure to take revenge for Mama today!”
Before he could finish, his vision went black, and he fell backward, knocked out cold on the ground.
“…You talk too much.”
Young Master Sang, feeling speechless for a moment, grabbed his collar and dragged the unconscious Mu Nala to a cave near the mountain top.
There were already many employees from the Heavenly Punishment Department waiting there, along with a charming and spirited figure.
“…Are we ready?”
“Just missing you,” Meng Qiyan raised an eyebrow, and immediately an employee from the Heavenly Punishment Department took over Mu Nala from Young Master Sang.
“Now, the vanguard of the Demon Clan has been completely wiped out.”
“And you, the undercover chief, have lost your usefulness, right?”
Young Master Sang shrugged indifferently: “It’s fine; once I was sent out to lead the vanguard, this identity was already useless.”
“Now it’s just a matter of how long we can hold off the Demon Clan.”
Meng Qiyan paused for a moment, then walked to his side: “How confident are you?”
“Less than fifty percent,” Young Master Sang sighed, “It all depends on whether the Little Princess of the Demon Clan makes any progress.”
“You, out here flirting around, not even sparing the Little Princess of the Demon Clan.”
Meng Qiyan seemed a bit jealous, showing no concern for the Heavenly Punishment Department employees around, cozily wrapping her arms around Young Master Sang’s neck, pouting cutely:
“It’s been ages since you’ve filled me up, and you’re still out here seeking new flames. What a heartless man.”
Caught in her intense gaze, Young Master Sang couldn’t hold his ground and reluctantly said, “Uh… it’s just that I’ve been busy with work.”
“Busy is not a reason for not paying your dues!”
Meng Qiyan fiercely bit him on the neck: “I’ll bite you to death, you heartbreaker.”
Though she looked fierce like a little dog, the bite was only enough to leave a shallow, wet mark.
Young Master Sang didn’t dare to argue, just obediently begged for mercy: “Punish me if you must… but can’t we talk about it at home? We have so many colleagues watching…”
“Really? Let me see who dares to look!”
She proudly turned her head, and all the Heavenly Punishment Department employees had already tactfully bowed their heads and hurriedly left.
Young Master Sang felt quite helpless.
That was Meng Qiyan for you.
Direct and decisive, loving fiercely without beating around the bush.
Her way of expressing love was always fiery and unrestrained.
“I say.”
She licked her crimson lips, her beautiful eyes flashing with mischief and allure: “Since we finished the task early, and there’s still some extra time before the planned schedule.”
“How about… we find a place to catch up on our dues?”
“That might not be good, being in a wild area,” Young Master Sang felt a bit shy and awkward.
“What’s wrong with that? Isn’t wild battle more thrilling?”
“…Why didn’t I know before that you played so sneakily?”
“Before, I just didn’t have enough knowledge,” Meng Qiyan said proudly, “I used to be too naive about matters between men and women, thinking there were only a few ways to enjoy the bed.”
“But now, I’ve had a refresher course with Miss Shui Ming. She taught me a lot of stimulating ways, just waiting for the chance to practice with you.” Her voice had a hint of grievance.
Young Master Sang: “?”
In any case.
This time back home, he must give Bai Ming a solid thrashing.
A proper beating that would keep her from getting out of bed for three days.
All she did was bring bad influences into his life.
“Come on…” Meng Qiyan’s eyes glimmered with moisture, looking pitiful as she shook Young Master Sang’s hand.
Young Master Sang knew that the dues he owed would have to be paid eventually.
He could only let out a long sigh in defeat.
And so, it’s back to overtime and overdue payments.
What a tragic life.
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