The balding Mediterranean man hurriedly snatched the helmet back from Chen Shuhang's hand and put it on again before pointing at Fang You and his group, saying:
"You bunch of ignorant brats and old fools dare to secretly play a game I don't know about in my gaming den, behind my back!"
"This, I will never accept."
"But I understand, all this mess was your doing, right?"
Aichaan pointed at Lin Qiaoen and said, "Although you've disguised yourself well, your deception ends here—"
"joker!"
...
After a brief silence, Lin Qiaoen, who had previously maintained an innocuous look on her face.
Still wore that harmless expression!
She pushed her glasses up, a sparkle briefly flashed across the lenses.
"Store manager, what are you talking about?"
"I'm just a college student hired to work here; I don't know any joker."
However, Aichaan refused to give up and after coughing a few times, he continued:
