A Car Blocks the Way, Unease in My Heart

I had seen Mao Jing's fortune-telling and face-reading skills before.

Now that I suddenly saw Daoist Qingshan reading this owner's face and saying he was about to receive an unexpected windfall, I could not help but take a few extra looks at him.

What kind of money felt best to come by? Unexpected money.

A windfall falling from the sky was the best feeling.

The fact that this owner could smile and reconcile with the monks who had hit him for the sake of business was enough to show how much he pursued wealth.

Now that Daoist Qingshan had said this, with his hair tied in a topknot and dressed in Daoist robes—especially with that otherworldly air about him—

the owner's face instantly lit up with delight.

"Hahaha, thank you for your auspicious words, Daoist. Xiao Zhang, redo the bill. Give them a twenty-percent discount."

"Yes, Boss!"

Daoist Qingshan showed little expression, merely giving a slight nod.

But the owner was genuinely delighted and personally escorted us to the parking lot outside.

The designated driver Master had called was already waiting in the parking lot.

But when we arrived, I saw two men in knit caps standing at the parking lot entrance.

They were two of the monks from earlier.

When they saw me looking at them, they instinctively turned their heads away.

It felt like they had been spying on us, furtive and sneaky.

I watched them a few more times and spoke quietly.

"Why haven't those monks left yet?"

"Don't worry about them. Let's just go."

Zhang Yuchen said.

The others also glanced at the monks, but seeing that they were merely standing at the parking lot entrance, they did not pay them much attention.

But I kept a closer eye on them. We had clashed earlier, after