Spray of Flowers and the devotee, who seemed like they were on the verge of dying from starvation, immediately got up. Even the Iceberg man, who was playing dead, was awoken by the money.
"Damn! Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss! Boss, you're a great person! This amount of money is enough to bury my husband ten times!"
"Boss, would you like to have your fortune read or check your feng shui? I can go to your doorstep! I guarantee my services will leave you satisfied!"
The people who gave them the money were two men dressed in black.
One of them said, "You don't have to thank us. It wasn't us who gave the money."
"Uh, it wasn't you guys? Then this money is…?" Spray of Flowers and the devotee were confused.
The two men in black moved aside at the same time and left a space in the middle.
In the next second, a little figure suddenly emerged behind the men in black.
