Another Day, Another Snob
“Sir, we really did kill two level seven fiend beasts and wish to sell them” communicated Xuan Zhengtang.
“Ignorant bums really think that we’re a bunch of fools here.”
“Young Master Yi Feiying, what is the matter?” asked a Body Synthesis First Realm middle-aged man, Yue Wenyang, hurrying over to intervene.
“You are the genius, Yi Feiying, Sir?” inquired Xuan Zhengtang, surprise flitting across his face.
“Yes, he is rank twenty-seven on Ultimate Immortals Rankings, Young Master Yi Feiying,” Yue Wenyang, the general manager of Beast-Taming Hall, answered with a boastful undertone.
“This one is Inferno Sect’s Xuan Zhengtang.”
“Never heard of an Inferno Sect. That doesn’t give you any right to swindle my company. Yue Wenyang, did the last incident not embarrass us enough?” admonished Yi Feiying.
Having copped a verbal lashing for the blunder from Earth Sovereign Sect’s patriarch, Yue Wenyang lowered his head straight as fast as he could. “We will not repeat the same mistake, Young Master Yu.”
Contemptuously, Yue Wenyang said, “Excuse me, but this is a room for selling level seven fiend beasts. If you cannot read, please consult the clerks at the counters. We do not embrace swindling in our building.”
“General Manager Yue, we really are looking to sell a level seven fiend b-”
“Still at it? The only thing that’d happen if you crossed paths with a level seven fiend beast is it devouring you,” scoffed Yi Feiying.
“W-”
Mu Yu extended his arm to stop Xuan Zhengtang, then slighted, “What makes you think we can’t kill one? Is your incompetence contagious?”
“Who do you think you’re speaking to?!” brayed Yue Wenyang.
“You want to chase us out without even checking out goods? Is that how you do business? I guess I’m speaking to a moron?”
“Say that one more time!” Yue Wenyang blustered, trying to rustle Mu Yu’s feathers with his qi.
“Beast-Taming Hall’s business methodology is threatening customers?”
“General Manger Yue, what are you doing?” inquired a customer.
“Please do not get the wrong idea, dear guests. I am merely sending off another customer. Please do not let me delay your business.”
“You insist we don’t have a level seven fiend beast without even checking and accuse us of stirring a disturbance?” Mu Yu questioned loud enough for others to hear.
The customers proceeded to mock Mu Yu and company, some even encouraging Yue Wenyang to throw them out, reminding him of the blunder that he was still livid about.
“Please leave. We are a small business that cannot afford your level seven fiend beasts,” stated Yue Wenyang.
“Let’s go,” voiced Mu Yu.
“B-”
“We have quality goods. There’s bound to be a buyer,” Mu Yu assured with a smile and strolled off, Xuan Zhengtang bitterly following behind.
Yi Feiying haughtily and, in a sonorous voice, explicated, “General Manager Yue, the next time bumpkins come in, kick them straight out. We don’t deal with charlatans.”
“Understood, Young Master Yi. I will not show mercy the next time I encounter their kind.”
Unable to contain his rage, Xiaoshuai pivoted around and pointed straight at Yi Feying. “Narrow-minded, hubristic, self-righteous prick!”
“What was that, you uncultured kid?” Yi Feiying fumed through his teeth.
“If I’m uncultured, you must’ve learnt about culture from a dog, huh? You can diss people, but people can’t diss you, snowflake?”
“Hey, kid, you shouldn’t speak like that to him. Where are you manners?” lectured a bystander.
Sick of everyone but his friends in the building, Mu Yu lifted up the corner of his lips and tossed Xiaoshuai a fiend spirit. “Little Brother, you want a fiend spirit to cool down?”
Eyes flew once they sensed the energy exuding from the fiend soul.
“I’ve had so many of them that I’m sick of them, ptoo.”
This time, jaws smashed the ground. Yi Feiying looked as if he had someone’s constipation forced down his throat.
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