"Mr. Su, this reckless Thunder Monkey King actually wants to connect on a live call with me. What should we do? Do we reject the invite and keep typing, or accept the video and curse him out directly?"
Seeing the Thunder Monkey King play an unconventional hand, Connie sat in the captain's quarters and licked the fur on her paws. Her face showed none of the fear an ordinary alien race would typically display when facing the Five Royal Clans. Instead, she brimmed with a blazing will to fight.
As for the Five Royal Clans, Connie had already offended the Crystal Dragons, the Cursed Tiger, and the Primordial Pig two days ago.
She had especially cursed out the Crystal Dragons, tearing into them mercilessly.
She had even gone above and beyond, promising in the chat channel that if this plan failed, she would chop off Clark's tiger head to appease the anger of all her alien brothers and sisters.
