"Otherwise, even if they give us more money, our Seven Kills Fist Martial Arts School would not accept it."
As soon as this was said,
excitement and pride filled the faces of the disciples present.
Their sense of belonging to the Seven Kills Fist Martial Arts School surged to a peak.
As for Chen Bi,
he rolled his eyes,
silently moved the Iron Man away, and brought over a new one.
After that, Chen Bi picked up the cleaning tools again and tirelessly swept the same spot on the ground.
Time gradually passed.
"Chen Pi, change the equipment!"
"My name is not Chen Pi, it's Chen Bi."
"Chen Pi, clean this up."
"My name is not ..."
Sunset to the west mountain.
Time slipped by as Chen Bi was ordered around by the disciples of the Seven Kills Fist Martial Arts School.
Until the sky became completely dark.
Chen Bi's work hours finally ended.
