"I set myself a small goal: earn a hundred million in a month. But thanks to Sect Master Ning's generosity, I never expected to finish it in just two days."
Qian Chongling spoke with a beaming smile, looking every bit like an old miser.
Ning Fengzhi: "..."
Inside the large VIP room on the little restaurant's second floor.
Qian Chongling sat cross-legged on the sofa, most of his body sinking into the cushions, looking utterly at ease.
Opposite him stood seven young people and two middle-aged men, lined up by height.
In order, they were Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, Tang San, Oscar, Dai Mubai, Ning Fengzhi, and Flender.
The seven youngsters no longer had their earlier swagger. Each hung their head, not daring even to breathe loudly.
Ning Rongrong, in particular, had vacant eyes and a numb expression, as though she had lost all hope in life.
What else could she do? The invincible Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were lying stiff on the floor like two corpses.
The enormous lump on Gu Rong's head and the red lash mark across Chen Xin's face were truly shocking sights.
Silence settled over the room again. After a long while, the comparatively thick-skinned Ning Fengzhi finally gave an awkward smile and asked, "Senior, well, we've paid all our fees. When can we leave?"
Qian Chongling pointed at Ning Fengzhi and the unconscious Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo. "You three can leave whenever you like. As for those eight..."
As he spoke, Qian Chongling cast a somewhat malicious glance over the seven youngsters, who knew what scheme brewing in his mind.
At that look, Ning Rongrong and the others all shuddered slightly. In their single short day as servers, they had learned exactly what "the customer is God" meant-and