"Scram? Are you talking to me?" Ma Yunbin laughed, looking at the middle-aged man with immense mockery. In his entire life, it wasn't as if no one had ever told him to scram. But aside from a handful of truly formidable figures, all the others were still living in regret. How dare a mere grasshopper like this have the audacity to order him around?
"Alright, cut the act and get out of here. Go do what you're supposed to do," Qin Fan said with a faint smile, waving a dismissive hand. He spun around on the barstool and took another leisurely sip of his Flame City.
"Yes, Master Qin!" Ma Yunbin's cold expression vanished. He addressed Qin Fan sheepishly, then hurried out.
Do what he was supposed to do? Very good! Was that an order from Master Qin? At least, that's what Ma Yunbin believed.
