"Please, sir, be the bigger person and don't lower yourself to my level!"
The manager nervously grabbed Hong Yu's hand, looking at him fawningly with a pleading glint in his eyes.
Hong Yu: "..."
The female attendant at the payment window: "..."
The Underground Alliance customers coming and going: "..."
Everyone was utterly astonished. The manager, who was known for being a stingy miser who wouldn't part with a single feather and a snob who only catered to the rich and powerful, was now openly being so respectful, fawning, and servile toward a young man?
Who on earth was this young man?
Could he be the Young Master of some major power?
"I know him! That's Hong Yu!"
"What? He's Hong Yu? The champion of the youth Spiritual Craftsman competition? The one who supposedly fought Zheng Tian to a standstill in the Celestial Essence Secret Realm and made Blood the First cough up blood with a single glance?"
