"Don't worry, I don't need you lot for burglary. I'm here to hire you as security guards," Chen Feng touched his nose and said with a righteous air.
With a "pfft," Yu Feifei and the others sprayed out the water in their mouths, their faces turning green. Had this man gone mad, asking them to be security guards? Did he actually think they were worthless sticks?
The mere thought of themselves, revered martial artists known far and wide, wearing large brimmed caps and blue and grey security uniforms, gripping rubber batons, and standing guard by the entrance of a small courtyard sent them nearly fainting.
"You... you're joking, right?"
The group was so upset they nearly felt like committing suicide—not because they looked down upon being a security guard, but because they couldn't bear the humiliation! If the industry found out they had become security guards, they would be laughed yellow-faced.
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
