"???
Sun Xingyao showed a dazed expression, looking at Master Fuli who was demanding overtime pay, his forehead full of question marks.
Overtime?
Our Dragon People have been dead for how many years, there hasn't even been a hint of employing Blue Star beings for work, so where's this idea of overtime pay coming from?
"Hey! Don't just stare at me like that..." Master Fuli took a sip of cola, with a face full of amusement, said, "Overtime pay is just a colloquial term. You Dragon People might be honest and down-to-earth when it comes to getting things done, but Immortals definitely aren't... "
"I only go out three to five times a year, yet I've been attacked three times by black fungi."
"They come to mess with me, so I have to go on duty, and punch them back fiercely; doesn't this count as overtime?"
"......" Sun Xingyao's face was lined with black, instinctively glanced at Zhang Lin.
