"Hey! You biker punk, what are you bitching about? A haircut costs 998—what's so expensive about that? Why are you dragging your feet instead of paying? Are you even a man?" After hearing Chen Mo's question, the receptionist got angry and stood up, pointing at him as she spoke.
One of her arms was covered in a full tattoo sleeve. Since she had been sitting down and playing games, with a long-sleeved shirt on, it had not shown before. But now that she was standing and pointing at him while scolding him, her whole body trembled. Her multicolored hair, smoky makeup, punk outfit, Love Burial expression, and constantly shaking leg all showed off her jarringly distinctive personality.
"Skills are money these days. Teacher Tony cut your hair, and only charged you 998. That's such a cheap price, yet you're still whining and refusing to pay. What a damn biker punk. Pay up and get lost," the receptionist said.
The receptionist's voice snapped a group of Love Burial Family members out of their self-entertainment. They had been off to the side, bobbing their heads and chanting, "Shake it, check it out!" along with the music. Once they noticed the commotion at the front desk, they all came over.
Of course, the Love Burial Family members walked with a sway in every step, moving to the beat. As they approached, they looked like a troop of baboons staggering this way and that.
"Hey! girl, what's going on?" The yellow-haired love-burial youth leading the group, whose yellow hair had a green base, shot Chen Mo a disdainful glance before asking the receptionist. His delivery was especially remarkable—he managed to cram three different intonations into one sentence.
Seeing Chen Mo's clothes and his noncommittal expression made Yellow Hair jealous, and he wanted nothing more