Who doesn't love to hear sweet words?
Of course.
Or maybe it's to avoid competing with kids.
Even though there weren't many people, their fighting power was strong.
The dishes ordered were almost completely wiped out.
And when it came time to pay, Boss Jiang spent over 600 bucks.
"How much?"
The Martial Saint asked while picking his teeth.
"Six hundred."
Boss Jiang spoke truthfully.
"Damn."
The Martial Saint expressed his outrage at the prices in East Sea with just one word, then said, "This one's on me."
So generous.
But.
Where's the money?
"You still have money?"
Jiang Chen was surprised. Didn't this kid say he had to call his sister because he was flat broke?
"Nope."
The Martial Saint spat out a toothpick.
"Then how are you treating?"
Jiang Chen was puzzled.
"I'll owe it first. I'll definitely pay you back later, don't worry. I, the Martial Saint, never owe anyone a penny!"
