I felt embarrassed after hearing his story; I never expected his accomplices to be so terrified as to not return to their hideout.
As a result, the local police tracked him down and caught him red-handed. I casually asked him, "Do you have anywhere to go next?"
The man with the loose change looked up at me and said, "I've already come to rely on you, but I've lost the phone number you gave me."
Looking at him, who spoke with such self-righteousness, I smiled in exasperation, but I wasn't actually disgusted.
Then I made a phone call and asked Ermin to find someone to bring me the money, because I really didn't bring that much cash with me when I went out.
Payment methods aren't that convenient these days; his mid-range restaurant doesn't even accept facial recognition.
Ermin was quick; before he could even finish his meal, the person delivering the money arrived.
A rather clever-looking young man arrived at the restaurant carrying a large bundle of money. He put the money down and waited to the side.
I looked at him and asked, "Have you eaten? Let's eat something together."
The young man glanced at the table full of fancy dishes and ultimately couldn't resist the temptation.
I smiled and asked again, "What's your name?"
The young man hesitated for a moment before replying, "My name is Zhan Tai. Because I'm too timid to fight with others, I only do errands and deliveries, so everyone calls me 'shop assistant'."
He was a little embarrassed about his nickname; it was somewhat shameful for someone in the underworld to have such a nickname.
But I found him quite pleasing to the eye, and he seemed quite adept at instructing the waiters to greet and see off guests.
Then he said, "From now on, you and Lingqian will stay by my side and obey my orders. I'll go talk to Ermin in a bit."
The waiter was overjoyed to hear this; even though it was the same job of running errands, it was different.
Quickly stand up, bow to me, and show your loyalty. The three-in-one combo is very smooth to play.
The man next to him, who was handling the change, was completely bewildered. Seeing his movements, the man wanted to try it himself.
As a result, he didn't swallow the food in his mouth and choked quite a bit.
Seeing his embarrassed expression, I quickly told him to stop, lest he choke to death.
I called over the restaurant's lobby manager and told him to pay for the meal himself at the table. I could sense his nervousness the whole time.
So I just wanted to tease him. When he came in and saw the money on the table, he knew he'd stumbled upon a hidden big shot.
They quickly asked us with a beaming smile how the food tasted and whether we were satisfied with the service.
I didn't make things difficult for him, seeing the smiling manager in front of me. He had already done enough, even though he was clearly worried to death.
But they didn't come in to disturb our meal, nor did they make sarcastic remarks about us, which already showed they were very considerate.
After they finished eating, I took them to the mall to buy clothes.
The waiters were at least clean and tidy, and the only thing they did better than beggars was their imposing manner.
A person who is capable of fighting and daring to kill gives off a different vibe, and he doesn't even know how to restrain his aura.
The restaurant manager was so intimidated by him earlier that he didn't dare say anything, and it's the same now.
Although he was disheveled and covered in injuries, no one in the mall dared to laugh at his change, and no salesperson dared to be rude to him when he went to look at clothes.
In no time he had chosen his clothes: a plaid shirt paired with a leather jacket with a fur collar.
The canvas pants and riding boots he wore were an outfit I had to admit was terrible. I shouldn't have had any expectations of this professional thug's taste.
But let's not talk about what kind of person you are or what kind of bird you play. If you also have a machete on your waist, you instantly exude the aura of a gangster boss.
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