With the help of the elves, Zheng Qing finally completed the seemingly impossible task -- retrieving Xin Fat Man's storage watch from the paws of Fatty Cat.
"These elves were so helpful!" Xin Fat Man expressed his gratitude tearfully and effusively: "They must be rewarded! We can't forget the contributions....."
"But they created as much chaos as that fat cat!" Dylan, with a crucible of boiling blood in his hands, dug half-coagulated blood clots from the pot with a small copper spoon, eating them slurpingly like jelly, while angrily protesting: "Look what they've done to my precious virgin blood! If they could talk, I would argue with them good and hard!"
"This is the first time I heard about men having virgin blood." Clearly displeased with Dylan's words against the elves, Xin Fat Man quickly stood up for them, his protectors, and mockingly retorted to the werewolf's remarks.
