"Dai Mubai, this place serves coffee by day and liquor by night, and I own it. Do you think a 'bad girl' like me should have a cup of coffee here?" Dai Yun'er asked.
Dai Mubai's face was battered and bruised. The corner of his mouth twitched, but he could not get a word out for a long while.
She still remembered.
If only I'd kept my big mouth shut back then instead of adding that line about good girls not going to bars.
That single remark had brought this disaster down on him.
"You impersonated a member of the Imperial Family. An unforgivable crime. And you actually attacked me, compounding your offense." Dai Yun'er pointed at Tang San and Dai Mubai on the floor. "Teach them a little lesson."
Emperor Dai Tianling had yet to make his stance toward the people of the Douluo Continent clear, so killing them outright was out of the question. But letting them go would leave Dai Yun'er fuming.
So a beating would settle it!
Dai Yun'er felt she was quite mindful of the bigger picture, refusing to let personal grudges interfere with public affairs.
The four Soul Kings, whose hands had long been itching for action, grinned wickedly as they rolled up their sleeves and flexed their fists, looking for all the world like butchers sharpening their knives for pigs and sheep.
Tang San and Dai Mubai huddled up in terror.
"Oh-ho-ho-ho-"
Dugu Bo left the hotel in a private car, passed Star Luo Lake, and rode all the way to the palace's rear entrance.
The enormous Vermilion City Walls had an antique elegance. The Soul Tool Car bypassed the main gate and entered through a smaller one.
In the parking lot, Dugu Bo was invited out. "Please step out, Your Eminence