The open-air bar of the Peak City Blue Whale Hotel fell into an eerie silence, with sky-blue flags fluttering in the wind.
Huai Yin sat in a wheelchair with a stern face and couldn't help but say, "Are you all doing this on purpose?"
"We've had too many encounters with the Order World recently, getting injured is inevitable." Jing Ci smiled, this well-dressed man was actually also sitting in a medical wheelchair, with an IV still in his right hand.
It really seemed quite plausible.
"I second that."
Even Netherworld was slumped in a wheelchair, nonchalantly swirling whiskey.
Jiang Yanli adjusted the wheelchair's backrest, found a relatively comfortable position, and used laughter to cover his embarrassment, saying, "What a coincidence, it seems today isn't a negotiation but a meeting for patients."
This bizarre scene even startled the hotel lobby manager, and the waiters looked at each other in disbelief.
