Phil's complexion changed, and then he put on an expression like a dead pig not fearing boiling water, "No refunds once services are provided, come on! Just punch me!"
"Are you sure? Maybe I should demonstrate the power of my punch first."
Lancelot raised his fist, thought for a moment, and then summoned up thirty percent of his True Qi, slamming it viciously into the nearby stone wall.
With an explosion-like bang, the wall was hit as if by a battering ram, creating a three-foot-wide depressed crater surrounded by a cobweb of cracks.
"Phil! Are you dead? If you're not, make a noise, or else I'm heading to your cellar!" A shrill female voice came from not too far away.
"I'm fine! And there's nothing in my cellar!" Phil quickly recovered from his daze and shouted back, then pushed the five Gold Coins back with a pained expression. "Erm, actually, the service wasn't provided this time, so refunds are supported."
