"Holy cow! I get it now..."
Meng Shaotao's eyes widened in shock and awe. "The male Yaksha's junk grows in its mouth, and the female Yaksha's... is her belly button."
"These two freaks are way too wild! They're actually playing 'monster wrestling' out in the open?"
Beside him, Limu snapped back to reality, looking dumbfounded. He muttered quietly, "I'm seriously worried... Could the Great Elder end up pregnant?"
"Pfft..."
Hearing this, Chen Tang almost spat blood on the spot. The scene before him was an eyesore. Meng Shaotao and Limu were nothing but troublemakers, spewing all kinds of vulgar words. Listening to them made a chill run down his spine—absolutely revolting.
"Fall back!"
Taking a deep breath, Chen Tang suddenly waved his hand, leading his group of comrades to retreat...
This time, his sole purpose in coming to Seoul was to settle scores with the Great Elder—to remove this cancerous threat completely and prevent any future interference or sabotage.
