In Metropolis, That Was No Laughing Matter

"That won't do. Without you leading me, Minister, I'm afraid the others will bully me."

Liu Zheng said bluntly.

"They'll bully you? With your abilities, it'd be a miracle if you didn't bully them first."

Thirteen Yao said speechlessly.

"I don't care. My uncle personally placed me in your hands. You can't just ignore me."

"You brat, are you trying to play dirty?"

Thirteen Yao glared at him, but saw nothing in the darkness.

"You've already put so much effort into me, and you haven't gotten anything in return yet. If I just died like this, wouldn't that mean you made a loss?"

Liu Zheng drawled.

"And all those Golden Dumplings were born from me. If they find out you don't care whether I live or die, don't even think about borrowing them again."

He added.

"You dare threaten me? You really don't treat your uncle-in-law like a leader, do you?"

"Can you people at least keep your forms of address consistent?"

He was somewhat speechless.

"There have to be rules when working at the bathhouse. If everyone used personal connections like you do, how could I remain minister?"

Thirteen Yao said sternly.

"Understood. Minister, this is the fine I'm paying."

Liu Zheng pulled out a thick wad of bills and felt his way into placing them in Thirteen Yao's pocket.

"Hm? What's this supposed to mean?"

Thirteen Yao felt its thickness.

"I feel that my performance today was too poor and failed to meet even the Massage Department's minimum standard. To show my sincerity, I'm voluntarily accepting punishment."

He said righteously.

"If that still doesn't meet the minimum standard, Bathhouse Street would have become our Massage Department's long ago."

The corner of Thirteen Yao's eye twitched.

"Then it means I haven't lived up to your expectations of me. Disappointing