Inside Zhi Rui's base. booze and meat was the king through three days straight, the enemies ran away with their tails between their legs while their subordinates died one by one without hope of surviving, the last one even watched in silence as their supposedly strong and imposing Youngmastr ran for their life like them without ever looking back.
It was a novel feeling, the slaves never get to feel that kind of feeling, usually, they were the ones being moved around with no other option than to swallow their own grumbling while doing exactly as told.
But that day they had the chance of returning the favor a thousand times.
The underground smelled like meat and liquor for a week. After that everything was fine as Zhi Rui spends her time with Sweety.
