"A draft?" Liu Dao Wu immediately frowned, then snarled, "Fucking hell, we pay so much in stall fees every month, and the revenue the Black God and White God bring in is astronomical. Yet this Underground City still has drafts? What the hell are those managers even doing?"
As he spoke, Liu Dao Wu rose from his stall.
"Little Five, where are you going?"
Liu Dao Wu said, "I'm going to the management office to find those bastards! Even if they're just sitting around collecting pay, there has to be a limit!"
The Woman said, "Don't bother. The Underground City involves too many interests, with countless funds flowing through it every day. They wouldn't dare be that negligent. They'll surely fix it right away."
Liu Dao Wu snorted. "Fine, I'll listen to you, Teacher. You're just too forgiving!"
"Mostly, there's no need to invite unnecessary trouble."
"I understand."
After thinking for a moment, the Woman looked at Liu Dao Wu and said earnestly, "Little Five, things are different for you now. You're no longer the Liu Dao Wu who had to fight and prove himself tougher than everyone else to hold his ground."
"These days, who in the Sigma District wouldn't address you as Fifth Master? Once you embark on the path of self-verification, you'll be among the best in the Underground City. What happened when the Yang brothers robbed you won't happen again."
Liu Dao Wu froze. "Teacher, you mean..."
"Before, you had nothing to lose, so you weren't afraid of people who did. Now the roles have reversed, and you're the one with something to lose. That means you have to consider the consequences. You can't keep charging ahead recklessly like you did when you had nothing."
The Woman's gaze remained calm, but her words had grown warmer.