"It's pretty great having a disciple like Denji."
"He works hard and does what he's told."
"And he's pretty strong, too."
"I doubt you could find another disciple as well-behaved as Denji anywhere in the world."
Meng Fan carried a Dressing Mirror.
He kept moving through the private rooms for the wealthy on the second floor.
The devil's appearance had caused extreme panic.
The instant the sealed doors opened.
The wealthy guests had focused on escaping, not caring at all about the expensive wines, designer bags, jewelry, and other things in their rooms.
That had left plenty of luxury goods unclaimed.
And Meng Fan couldn't bear to leave those luxury goods lying all alone on the floor.
So he carried the Dressing Mirror from room to room to inspect them.
Rolex watches, Hermès bags, expensive suits, designer leather shoes.
He tossed them all into the Mirror Space.
He even took down the TVs in the private rooms.
More outrageously still, he didn't spare the tables or chairs.
Wherever he went, he stripped the place bare.
After clearing out the second floor.
Meng Fan opened a bottle of expensive Lafite to quench his thirst.
After a few sips, he walked over to the windowsill outside the room and called down to the two gathering money below, "Thirsty? Want some grape juice?"
"Sure! Should we come up and get it?"
"No need. Just catch it down there."
Meng Fan gripped the bottle by its neck.
He let go, and the bottle dropped straight down.
Denji hurriedly dropped the pile of money in his hands to catch it.
But he had overestimated his aim.
Crash!!
A bottle of expensive Lafite burst open in the pile of money.
"No big deal. That one's cheap, only twenty thousand dollars. This bottle of Romanée-Conti is worth