"Jojo, I'm amazed that you haven't retaliated against the new crazy director. What prevented you from doing so?" said one of the cheeky adult Aiseirighians, his voice was tight and it seemed like he was a close acquaintance of the person he talked with only a territorial line in-between.
"Shut up!" Jojo shouted, with a deep voice that could make children cry. He slammed his fist against the debris near him. "my hand has been itchy since this morning, don't make me use your face to scratch it. If not only for that Ferrakhian, you wouldn't be munching on that bread."
"Bleh, I admit it is astounding. That girl single handedly created an economy and enticed the folks to scavenge up and down underground in this fucked up place, what was her name again?"
"Ragoni."
"Yeah, she is a non cultivator too, we could invite her to our gang after this stupid trial ends! Might rendezvous with others to overthrow some society for once, the new director did all of the hard work for us! Hahaha!"
