He Lang: Maybe an alien can also take a nap. If he doesn't look for those peerless poisonous concubines, special demon kings, and wild evil emperors, why would he look for me, an ordinary wage earner?
Baldhead: Maybe he wants you to make him stir-fry noodles at night and get a part-time job as a Spanish-English-Chinese translator.
He Lang: If I admit defeat now, will he agree to let me go?
Duan Zhang: It's hard to say. I might cut you into pieces first, and then ask you to make him stir-fried noodles at night.
Zhang Wanyun: Let me give you another part-time job as a Chinese-English-Spanish translator.
He Lang: Doesn't it hurt to say this?
Intention: struggle