The fat ball suddenly said, “Phoenix Chick, I have something I still don’t really understand. This Jing Teng is really important to the Ghost King, so why isn’t the boss personally taking care of this? Why does he keep sending trash at them?”

The skinny monkey rolled his eyes and replied, “If you were the biggest big shot in the world and someone opened up a small shop in your territory, would you personally deal with them?”

The fat ball scratched his head, then said with a simple and honest smile, “I guess what you’re saying makes sense. But I hope it’s not like those human stories where the main character isn’t immediately killed, and slowly grows as a result. After gaining experience from defeating several underlings, they end up defeating the big boss instead…”

“Pah pah pah!” the skinny monkey spat, smacking him. “Stop reading all those garbage human novels and talking about them as if they’re real. What, do you think you’re some scholar now?”

“Scholars don’t taste good. They’re too sour,” the fat ball said, shaking his head a little.

The skinny monkey was clearly not in the mood to discuss whether scholars tasted good or not. He lowered his voice...