"Ever since those old geezers from the Holy See came last time, nothing interesting has happened."
"Tell me, shouldn't we find ourselves some fun?"
Everyone, hearing this, was instantly terrified.
They didn't dare answer Zhang Beixing's question casually.
Who could guess what this master was thinking?
If they said the wrong thing and offended him, they'd die without even a burial place!
Zhang Beixing saw this and let out a cold snort.
"What, all of you suddenly mute?"
"Where did all that bragging you do every day go?"
Everyone felt like they were sitting on pins and needles, big beads of sweat oozing from their foreheads.
Finally, one fool who didn't know his own limits trembled as he spoke up.
"M-Master, whatever kind of fun you want, just give the word."
"We… we'll definitely run ourselves ragged for you, serve you like dogs and horses…"
Zhang Beixing listened, then curled his lip disdainfully.
"Just you bunch of trash, and you think you can please me?"
