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The three of them managed to avoid the black goat's spat-out phlegm, but they couldn't evade its barrage of curses, leaving them dumbfounded on the spot.
Meanwhile, Leon eyed the red-haired director, who was grinning from ear to ear, as the goat head went on a tirade.
Is this why you called me over?
Indeed, indeed! That's exactly what I meant! You really get me, haha~
Watching the three deputy directors bewildered by the goat head's wrath, the red-haired director took a deep breath, feeling a long-lost sense of joy.
The reason he hadn't replaced the damn goat with another abnormal object, despite despising it, was this mouth of its—which was beyond useful, aside from its excellent soul vision.
Whenever he was hindered by status or too embarrassed to curse the living soul out, this damn goat could scold for the whole day, costing only two packs of cigarettes—the cost efficiency was phenomenal.
