He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

"Holy crap..."

Looking at those two iconic red wine bottles, Ah Zeng felt his heart bleeding madly.

How the hell am I going to get reimbursed for this?

The finance lady could smash his head open with a calculator!

"Old Zeng, you've finally arrived!"

Yang Guang leaned back, sprawled on the leather sofa, and let out a loud, satisfied burp.

"belch!"

"Please sit down, please sit down!"

"Have you eaten yet?"

"If you haven't eaten, quickly sit down and grab a bite."

"That king crab still has two claws left untouched; you can have them all!"

Ah Zeng looked at the two crab claws that had been gnawed and pitted, and felt like crying.

Who's kind enough to treat us to dinner and leave some crab claws?

Bai Sheng, who had been keeping a cold face, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He covered his nose in disgust, glanced at Chu Sheng and Jia Youcai whose mouths were greasy, and then at Er Lengzi who was gnawing on a bone on the ground.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on Yang Guang, his face full of disdain.

"Yang Guang, are you a righteous exorcist master, or just a street thug begging for food?"

"Such awful table manners, don't you know any rules or manners?"

"Ordering so much, do you think Bureau 749 is an ATM?"

Upon hearing this...

Yang Guang glanced at him sideways.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the oily hand towel from the table and slammed it onto the table with a thud.

"Little Bai, it's been a few days. Your Qimen Dunjia skills haven't improved, but your tongue has certainly become much sharper."

"What's wrong?"

Did you pay for this meal?

"I'm just helping Old Zeng settle things. I'm exchanging intelligence for food. It's only right and proper."

"If you're unhappy with it, why don't you stop having Old Zeng reimburse you and just throw your own money at me?"

Bai Sheng was so angry his face turned green. He pointed at Yang Guang and cursed, "You greedy, mercenary wretch!"

"Smells of money!"

"My Bai family is a prestigious and upright clan; we are ashamed to be associated with you!"

"Stop giving me that intelligence nonsense. Even without you, I, Bai Sheng, can wipe out those evil cultivators in one fell swoop!"

"Alright, alright!"

Ah Zeng quickly went up and grabbed Bai Sheng's arm.

He's in a real bind right now.

The money's already spent; if we turn our backs now, wouldn't we lose both our wife and our army?

"Xiao Bai, shut up!"

Ah Zeng forced himself to walk over to Yang Guang, pulled out a chair, and sat down, managing to force a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

"Brother Yang, we're friends, but how much does this meal cost?"

Ah Zeng prayed frantically in his heart, hoping that it wouldn't exceed 100,000.

Yang Guang picked his teeth and replied casually.

"I don't know either. Why don't you go pay the bill and you'll find out?"

When Ah Zeng heard Yang Guang's words, the corner of his mouth twitched violently twice.

This kid really thinks Bureau 749 is a sucker!

But now is not the time to worry about the bill. We've already eaten all the food on the table, are we going to make these starving ghosts vomit it up?

At worst, I'll just get scolded by the finance lady.

As long as we act quickly enough to thoroughly investigate the background of these evil cultivators, the funding should be approved.

If all else fails...

At worst, we can just push all the blame onto Yang Guang and say that this kid took advantage of the situation by using information!

Anyway, it was him who ate it.

Thinking of this, Zeng pulled up a genuine leather chair and plopped down in it.

His smile faded, and he looked at Yang Guang seriously, getting straight to the point.

"Brother Yang, we've eaten and drunk our fill, so let's get down to business, shall we?"

Ah Zeng placed his hands clasped together on the table: "Why are so many evil cultivators gathering in Fengdu City? What's going on?"

"This is a prime location, these bastards came all this way, they can't just be here to eat hot pot, can they?"

"Also, do you have any information about their movements?"

Have you fought against them?

"Just how strong are these bastards?"

As a series of questions were raised, Bai Sheng snorted coldly and crossed his arms.

Although she looked disgusted, she still listened attentively.

Clearly, this guy has a short memory and has forgotten how he was beaten.

Yang Guang spat out the toothpick in his mouth and said, "Old Zeng, it's not that I look down on your Bureau 749's intelligence network."

"You really can't figure this out."

"Woof woof!"

Er Lengzi, who was squatting on the ground, immediately echoed twice and patted the ground with his paw.

That was as if to say, "You bunch of noobs don't know anything."

Because there were outsiders present, Er Lengzi stubbornly held back his full belly of Northeastern swear words and could only express his contempt by barking.

Bai Sheng slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Yang Guang, stop playing coy!"

"I think you're just making up information to freeload!"

"What inside information do you know?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes and ignored him completely.

"Old Zeng, this story begins with a business deal I took on."

Yang Guang said slowly and deliberately, "A couple of days ago, there were some evil cultivators, and the leader claimed to be a disciple of Ghost Hand Seven."

"They've come looking for trouble."

Ah Zeng was taken aback, his brows furrowing instantly: "Ghost Hand Seven?"

"That wicked old hag who disappeared decades ago?"

"It should be that one, but I don't recognize it anyway."

Yang Guang said nonchalantly, "Her disciples were just cannon fodder sent to pave the way; we just conveniently sent them to their deaths."

Chu Sheng, who was munching on bluefin tuna nearby, raised his greasy, chubby hand and placed it in front of his chest: "Amitabha, Brother Guang is right."

Bai Sheng sneered, "How arrogant!"

"Are Ghost Hand Seven's apprentices so easy to deal with?"

"With just a bunch of ugly, deformed people like you?"

Jia Youcai was displeased. He spat out a crab shell, pointed at Bai Sheng, and cursed, "What do you know, you delicate little brat!"

"With my Five Thunderbolts True Technique, those bastards didn't even have time to put on their pants before they were reduced to ashes!"

"Refusing to work when there's food to be made is pure cerebral palsy!"

"If you're not going to eat, don't bother this old man who's eating!"

Bai Sheng was so angry at the old swindler that his face turned pale. Just as he was about to lash out, Zeng grabbed him and held him down.

"Brother, please continue."

Ah Zeng's expression was grave: "Since we've already clashed, what exactly is their purpose in coming to Fengdu?"

Yang Guang abandoned his nonchalant demeanor, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice.

"Because beneath the city of Fengdu lies an evil god!"

The voice just fell.

"Bang!"

Ah Zeng and Bai Sheng were as if they had been electrocuted, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

They all suddenly stood up.

The chair was knocked to the ground with tremendous force, making a piercing sound.

The two men stared at Yang Guang in astonishment.

The air in the entire private room seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Holy crap?"

The usually composed Zeng suddenly swore, his voice cracking.

"Brother Yang, what kind of international joke are you making?"

"An evil god?"

"Isn't that thing just a legend existing only in ancient scrolls?"

Bai Sheng's face turned deathly pale, but he still forced a smile and pointed at Yang Guang, shouting angrily, "Nonsense!"

"You think you can show off your skills by just making up a story about an evil god?"

"If there really were an evil god, Fengdu City would have become a living hell long ago. How could you possibly be allowed to eat seafood here?"