Ox-Head wore a mask, preventing anyone from noticing his emotions. However, Su Xin could imagine the current state of Ox-Head's mood.
"Lady Meng Po, could you either call me Old Bull or Ox-Head? Please, could you not refer to me by that name?" Ox-Head pleaded.
He was one of the oldest members of the Netherworld. Yet every time a new member joined, he became the butt of a joke. Now, his name, Ox-Head, had even become a source of ridicule in the Netherworld.
Meng Po snorted indifferently, "What? You're not content with being called Little Bull? Or perhaps you'd like to challenge me?"
Ox-Head quickly shook his head in denial. He had once pondered resorting to violence, but the several times he'd acted against Meng Po, he had suffered horrific defeats.
Su Xin cleared his throat, "Old Bull, do you take an interest in these remnants of the Heavenly Soldiers?"
