Quitela's brow suddenly furrowed fiercely, instantly glaring furiously at Soya, his eyes seeming to spit fire.
Wasn't it agreed that as long as I cooperated well, you wouldn't reveal my identity?
You untrustworthy bastard!
"Negative emotional value from Quitela +1000!"
"There's a Destroyer right here?" Champa was momentarily confused, quickly rolling his round eyes as he scanned around inside the cube.
He recognized these people, they were all Saiyans.
Where was there any Destroyer?
But soon, Champa seemed to think of something, suddenly snapping back to attention, his gaze sharpening as he looked toward Quitela, who was stuck on the cube wall, his nose instinctively sniffing.
"You... you mean this guy is a Destroyer?" Champa extended a paw, pointing at Quitela, his tone full of surprise, his eyes wide as copper bells.
"Soya! You bastard! You broke your promise!" Quitela could no longer hold back, cursing loudly, his voice somewhat hoarse from anger.
"I didn't say your name, I only said you're a Destroyer, that doesn't count as exposing your identity, right?" Soya revealed a mouthful of white teeth, smiling with an innocent look.
Quitela was furious, his chest heaving violently, wishing he could rush over and tear Soya to pieces.
"Negative emotional value from Quitela +1008!"
Is this what you call not exposing my identity?
There are only so few Destroyers, Champa will definitely guess it!
"This guy is really a Destroyer?" Champa immediately became interested, leaning closer to Quitela, scrutinizing him carefully. "I know, he must have changed his appearance, just so I wouldn't recognize him!"
As he spoke, Champa leaned even closer, sniffing Quitela with his nose.
A cat's nose is always sensitive.
After sniffing like this, Champa immediately frowned, quickly pinched his nose, and took a few steps back.
"So smelly!" Champa bared his teeth, wearing an expression of utter disdain, as if he had smelled something unbearable.
"Did you smell it out?" Soya held back his laughter, deliberately asking.
"No, he smells too bad, it's covering up his aura." Champa shook his head, his paw still pinching his nose, his voice muffled as he spoke.
Soya: "..."
I thought you could smell it out.
"Speaking of which, which universe's Destroyer could he be?" Champa's curiosity was completely piqued, circling around Quitela.
"I can't say, I made a promise with him, I can't reveal his true identity." Soya said, deliberately extending four fingers, waving them in front of Champa's eyes.
Quitela: "..."
How is this any different from just saying it outright?
"Negative emotional value from Quitela +1009!"
"Four o'clock direction?" Champa was taken aback, his round head suddenly turning to the right, his little legs grinding in place for half a circle, squinting his eyes to peer in the four o'clock direction, the tip of his tail impatiently sweeping the ground, muttering quietly, "Four o'clock direction is Universe 9... Is this guy Sidra transformed?"
Soya: "..."
Raditz: "..."
Vegeta's mouth curled into an inverted V, the contempt in his eyes almost overflowing, as if looking at a pet showing off.
Nappa's mouth twitched repeatedly, his thick fingers scratching his cheek, forcibly holding back from laughing out loud.
Is this fat cat an idiot or what?
Was that the meaning of four o'clock direction?
Quitela: "..."
A vein throbbed at Quitela's temple, as he fell into speechlessness as well.
How did you become a Destroyer with this IQ?
Did you probably get in through Beerus's backdoor?
Are you serious about this four o'clock direction?
But Quitela reacted extremely quickly, his eyes darting, immediately nodding vigorously, responding firmly, "What? I am Sidra, any objections?"
As Quitela spoke, a faint purple halo emanated around him, his figure twisting, actually transforming into the appearance of Universe 9's Destroyer, Sidra.
Seeing this scene, Champa's eyes instantly went round, his pupils shining with excitement, his tail wagging happily behind him twice.
"Hmph, Champa! Hurry up and get me out of here!" Quitela, imitating Sidra's tone, snorted, deliberately putting on a stern face, shouting at Champa unhappily, but secretly laughing inside.
"Pay back the money first, settle the debt you owe, then we'll talk!" Champa crossed his arms, his belly protruding roundly, giving "Sidra" a big.
Quitela: "????"
What the hell, pay back money.
What paying back money?
How come I don't know I owe you money?
"You couldn't have forgotten, could you?" Champa narrowed his eyes into slits, like a cat plotting to steal fish, looking Quitela up and down again, snorting through his nose, muttering in a low voice, "Aren't you Sidra?"
"That... how could that be?" Quitela grinned, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, hurriedly waving his hands, "I've just had too many things on my mind lately, my head is a bit muddled, I forgot! Right, how much do I owe you again?"
"10,000 points of universe essence." Champa extended one short finger, waving it in front of Quitela's eyes, afraid the other couldn't see clearly.
"You... what did you say?" Quitela's brow suddenly twisted into a knot, his voice abruptly rising, almost breaking through the confinement of the cube wall.
Champa didn't say anything, just tilted his head, looking him up and down, his eyes full of suspicion.
Quitela immediately felt a bit guilty, feeling a chill run down his back.
"Less talk, hurry up and pay back the money!" Champa snorted impatiently, raising his paw to pat Quitela's trapped shoulder.
"Get me out first, then we'll talk." Quitela said with a dark face, the vein at his temple throbbing. "You let me down, I'll give you the universe essence right away, how can I get it out like this?"
"No problem, I'll take it my own way." Champa grinned, revealing two rows of small white teeth, clenching his fist and shaking it in front of Quitela's eyes, his knuckles making a light "crack" sound.
Quitela's face turned pale, his pupils abruptly contracting.
"You... what are you doing?" Quitela's voice trembled slightly, instinctively wanting to shrink back, but he was firmly stuck by the cube wall.
"Of course, beat you up, make you cough up the universe essence." Champa smiled even more brightly, adopting a stance ready to throw a punch.
"You... don't you dare act recklessly!" Quitela's face instantly turned the color of pot bottom ash, a trace of panic in his voice.
"If I tell you to pay back the money, then hurry up and pay. You don't pay back, still jabbering nonsense, asking me to get you out, once you're out you'll definitely try to renege, right?" Champa snorted, not being polite either, his clenched fist carrying a whistling wind sound, heavily smashing into Quitela's stomach.
"Pfft..."
Quitela felt as if hit by a heavy hammer, violently spewing a large mouthful of acidic water, his body trembling violently against the cube wall, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted.
"Are you paying back or not? Are you paying back or not? Are you paying back or not?" Champa asked while hitting, his small fists falling on Quitela like raindrops, each punch carrying the oppressive force of a Destroyer.
Quitela's eyes were wide with rage, howling in pain.
I just got beaten up by Soya and them, now I have to suffer Champa's vicious assault.
Today's luck is really rotten to the core, even drinking cold water gets stuck in my teeth!
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