"It's you?"
The naval commanders were startled and turned around to see Sun Wukong standing about ten feet behind them, watching them with a cold smirk. When had this demon monkey arrived, and how had they not noticed?
"Sun Wukong, the marshal has already assigned housing to you. What are you doing here?"
The naval commander whose treasured sword was broken by Sun Wukong on the previous occasion in the great hall shouted harshly.
"That little cabin you're talking about? I've checked it out. Too small, can't fit in it!"
A flash of golden light shone in Sun Wukong's eyes as he glanced over the detached houses to the west and chuckled. He spotted an empty house that clearly no one had lived in. That dead fat pig, Marshal Tianpeng Zhu Tianpeng, had the nerve to say that there was a housing shortage. A housing shortage? Bullcrap. He was just giving me a hard time!
"There's an empty house over there. I'll be living there from now on!"
