"Fifth Prince, your archery skills..." Liu Zhenhuan pursed his lips, hesitating and opting for less sensitive wording to avoid provoking this "First Day of the Month Domination" prince: "...under my command are numerous Divine Archers... um... this title is practically the nemesis of all military branches..."
Truthfully, old Liu wanted to say, you should just give up; compared to my archers, I'm afraid you'll lose so badly you won't be able to find your backside.
"Richard, your kindness is appreciated! But..." during the Grudge-filled Olympic Conference, Medusa and Orephin are forever absent." The Fifth Prince of the Tang Zang Empire waved over a golden-armored warrior, cheekily using a Beamon saying that was exceedingly ambiguous to express his confidence.
The entire room fell into laughter.
Liu Zhenhuan was lighting a cigar, laughing so hard he extinguished the flame.
Fat Luo and a group of mammoth strongmen were almost driven to the brink of berserk fury.
