Your mother, I, can't do it
編輯: Henyee Translations
"Move aside! We were hired by Boss Famous and will capture the old fart, Patriarch Yuan, tonight!" Taoist Devotee spoke with a forceful tone.
Only then did Ye Wanwan nod with consolation in her heart. They were finally acting properly…
"Blah, you d*mn quack! Since it's like that, we'll each serve our own masters and show off our true strength!" Spray of Flowers declared.
Then Spray of Flowers attacked Taoist Devotee's chest with his palm.
"You d*mn ladyboy, you dared to touch my chest?!" Taoist Devotee punched Spray of Flowers' face as he said that.
Spray of Flowers screeched. "I was just fooling around with you, but you seriously attacked me?! You messed up the make-up I spent hours on! Your mother, I, is going to fight to the death with you!"
In an instant, Taoist Devotee and Spray of Flowers tumbled together and all the chairs, desks, and stools inside the study were crushed and sent flying by them.