"Then give me my money back."
Liu Zheng held out a tentacle.
"Wasn't this the money you gave me for my coffin?"
The waiter clutched his clothes tightly.
"Exactly. You're not dead, so why are you buying a coffin?"
He said it with perfect justification.
"Fine, I'll go back and look for it."
The waiter said reluctantly.
As the saying went, money given was hard to part with. If Liu Zheng had offered to pay him to buy it from the start, he might not have agreed.
But now that the money was already in his hands, there was absolutely no way he would hand it back.
As for reneging on the deal, the waiter wouldn't dare.
One-Shot Samurai had practically made it clear just now that he had spared his life only for Liu Zheng's sake.
Likewise, One-Shot Samurai could take his life for Liu Zheng's sake.
"This is only the deposit. The sooner you find the Breath Regulation Method and hand it over, the more you'll get in the remaining payment."
Liu Zheng said.
"Then I'll notify my family and have them start looking right away."
Driven by this incentive, the waiter immediately took out his phone.
The two slowed their pace. By the time the waiter had finished instructing his family, they had arrived at the private room.
"Please come in, sir. I'll wait outside."
The waiter slid open the paper door and spoke respectfully.
"Alright."
Liu Zheng pushed the door open and saw that Shi Tiantian was already soaking in the bath, while Thirteen Yao was personally adding water to it.
"You brat finally made it. Get to work."
The moment Thirteen Yao saw him enter, he jumped down from the ladder and tossed the bucket in his hand at him.
"Minister, isn't it inappropriate to