"None of your business!" With that, the Tiger King snorted, turned around, and climbed into the sedan chair carried by eight burly men.
"Xiao Fan, don't miss me just yet today. I'll come see you tomorrow. Tonight, I'll take a bath first, then soak my feet, then have a good scrub... once I'm done with everything, I'll come find you!"
Without waiting for Qian Fan to respond, he ordered the eight burly men to carry him away. Before leaving, he even rewarded each of them with twenty Star Coins-a wage only someone at the Titled Douluo level could earn.
With a grand wave of his hand, the Tiger King bestowed the reward on the burly men who had carried him all this way.
"Tiger Lord, we couldn't possibly accept this! We admire you-that's why we willingly carry your sedan chair. Please don't give us money!"
"That's right, Tiger Lord! We truly admire you!"
"Tiger Lord, talking money would only hurt our bond... please take it back."
"No... you lot..." The Tiger King's hand hung in midair, the Star Coins jingling in his palm.
He stared at the burly men's flushed faces, then suddenly grinned and stuffed the Star Coins straight into the foremost bearer's belt. "If I tell you to take it, take it! Your king is rewarding your loyalty-"
"Then please don't forget us, Tiger Lord! You have to let us keep carrying your sedan chair!"
"Good! Your king promises." With that, the Tiger King ducked inside the sedan chair.
But barely three seconds had passed.
"Qian Fan! Little Sister Yuan'er!" The Tiger King poked his head through a gap in the sedan curtain, clutching candied Star Core treats he had swiped from who knew where.
"Your king just remembered-you two love these! Catch!"
Before he had finished speaking,