You know, the expenses for the Assassin profession are quite high. As one of the most lucrative industries on the Innocent Continent, its money-burning efficiency is second to none.
In short, let's forget this sad story and move our view to the second-floor break room.
"Give me the goods! Give me the goods! Damn it, hurry up and give me the goods!"
Jun Wu, almost pressing down on Tan Mo, with red eyes and panting heavily, roared loudly at the guy he was grabbing by the collar, looking like a junkie suffering withdrawal.
"What's the rush? It's only been a day. Do you think that thing is like peeing? Undo the belt, squat there, and out comes a few hundred milliliters?"
Motan yawned and then smiled: "What happened? Did the carbonated drink idea really work wonders?"
