After dinner, Qin Jiuxiao led the girls downstairs.
As soon as they reached the entrance of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant, they saw a familiar figure walking toward them, arm in arm with two heavily made-up women, laughing and joking.
It was Dai Mubai.
The hand Qin Jiuxiao had chopped off had been reattached, but it was still wrapped in thick bandages and hung around his neck, making him look rather ridiculous.
Even so, he still had a woman tucked under each arm, acting like quite the ladies' man and drawing curious glances from passersby.
They came face-to-face, and the atmosphere instantly turned awkward.
Dai Mubai's eyes instinctively flicked toward Zhu Zhuqing.
But Zhu Zhuqing didn't even look at him. She simply stood quietly beside Qin Jiuxiao, her eyes fixed on the man at her side, as if Dai Mubai didn't exist.
Dai Mubai's expression darkened.
Qin Jiuxiao raised an eyebrow and greeted him with a faintly mocking smile.
"Well, well, Young Master Dai. Out enjoying yourself, are you?"
"You've only just had your hand reattached, and you're already out chasing women. I have to admire your perseverance."
Dai Mubai's expression darkened further.
He wanted to fly into a rage, but the moment he recalled Qin Jiuxiao cutting off his hand with a single sword stroke, his anger was doused like a flame under cold water.
He was no match for Qin Jiuxiao.
He knew that better than anyone.
"Hmph!"
Dai Mubai snorted, kept his arms around the two women, and sidestepped Qin Jiuxiao before hurrying away.
He didn't even dare to throw out a threat.
Watching him leave, Qin Jiuxiao shook his head.
At this rate, Dai Mubai would end up even more useless than before.
Maybe he could just barely reach the Titled Douluo level, but becoming a god?