"Dear customer, come again next time~"
"Sure, sure, I definitely will."
After passing through a group of beautiful women in cheongsams, Huang Mao walked out of the Huang Family Bathhouse with a satisfied look on his face.
He raised his head and gazed at the setting sun, unable to help sighing. "Getting a foot massage every day feels so good."
Looking at the Lifetime 10% Discount Card in his hand, Huang Mao let out a foolish "hehehe" laugh.
Ten percent off, and for life. How was that any different from being free?
Hmm, next time he would try Technician No. 88. Those soft, tender little hands... tsk tsk.
His stomach was a little hungry. He would get something to eat first, then figure out how to make some money...
Lost in his thoughts, Huang Mao had already left the main road and entered a narrow alley.
Passing through this alley would take him to the largest inn in the city—the Dragon Gate Inn.
The inn served delicious, affordable food from other worlds.
Just thinking about that Dragon Capital roast duck made Huang Mao drool...
Just then, Huang Mao saw two men in black nightwear walking toward him.
People dressed like that were usually assassins or thugs, or perhaps practitioners of a newly popular profession—cosplay.
But these two men looked menacing. They were probably not cosplayers, but powerful assassins.
Not wanting to stir up trouble, Huang Mao decisively lowered his head and shrank to the side of the road, making way for them.
Tap, tap, tap.
Very soon, the two sides met.
One of the men in black said in a low voice, "Did he see our faces?"
The other man in black replied, "Seems like it."
"Then what do we do?"
"Beat him up!"
Huang Mao's heart skipped a beat.