"Oh Charles, demon of Kongdai, crony of the devil, Lucifer's own dog...
... When the devil takes a dump, you eat what your army can't finish. You fine-looking bastard, we're not afraid of your army, screw you...
... You piece of construction from Huaqiu City, you've whored yourself out in Changge City, romanced goats in Branded City, and there's not a single boar in the lands between the two rivers you haven't slept with!
... You're just a minstrel, Charles, you're a nerve in my loins. Screw your mother! You cursed spawn!"
When Monte Yac finished chanting this long paragraph in a Falan-style tone, the entire hall fell silent.
Several attendants stood by the door, maintaining a stern expression, but judging from their flushed faces, it had taken quite an effort.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you talk about this damn Salvation Army, hahahaha." Monte Yac's voice rang out timely, "Why does it always hahaha leak secrets..."
