Just when Mu Zi thought those few whippersnappers were getting away cheaply, the waiter spoke up again.
The waiter first took the money from Qin Manshu's hand, counted it, and then looked disdainful. "Do you think I'm a beggar? You think a few hundred dollars is enough to get rid of me?"
"Then how much do you want? If you annoy me, don't say I won't give you money..." At that moment, Mu Zi was really annoyed.
"What? You want to beat me up?" As he spoke, the waiter leaned his head forward. "Then try beating me up and see!"
Given the waiter's attitude, and considering Mu Zi's temper, it would serve him right to be beaten severely. One should know that Mu Zi was not only a tough character in groups three, five, six, and seven but also a significant figure in Yanjing's elite circles. Even the elite youths dared not easily provoke this little fairy.
But just as Mu Zi was about to flare up, Qin Manshu pulled on her again.
"Mu Zi, don't make trouble …"
