If you dare to threaten the other party, without anyone else lifting a finger, its mother will have beaten it up first.
After arranging everything with Niu Daji, he drove to Rose Street.
The French Plane Tree seemed to have had quite a bit to drink and was now singing loudly and dancing wildly.
Meanwhile, the Ginseng Sprite was dancing along to its rhythm, carefully avoiding being accidentally hurt, looking rather pitiful.
She cast a pleading look at Liu Zheng, but Liu Zheng could only respond with a helpless expression.
In this state, he dared not approach the French Plane Tree, otherwise, he'd have nowhere to complain if he ended up wasting a life.
Once down in the sewer, the Fisherman was already waiting by the Underwater River.
"What do you want with me?"
He asked.
"I bought something and need you to reimburse me. If you don't, I'll figure something else out."
Liu Zheng took out the Eight Hot Hell Yellow Soup and explained his idea.
