The arrogant masters clearly felt that the police car was beneath their dignity, but there was no need for them to state the obvious, as someone would naturally speak up on their behalf.
The long-haired Taoist's disciple said, "The cars that used to transport my master were at least BMWs or Mercedes. What's up with this police car?"
Someone from the Mishan Sect chimed in, "Our Little Taoist is here at your request to help out. How can you let him travel in a police car? What if people mistake him for a criminal?"
Another master's assistant didn't utter a word, but the message was clear; the car was a serious downgrade for their Master's status.
Feng Rui: "..."
Quite picky, aren't they?
Normally, people would already be angry by now.
Feng Rui glanced at Su Nanzhi, who was sitting quietly and obediently, and sighed inwardly. These ones, who charged money without guaranteeing results, were being choosy, while the one who didn't charge a cent complied with the arrangements.
