Standing in front of Hall Master Wu, Qin Hao's face was as cold as ice: "Agree, or die!"
Boom!
This sentence, like a giant bell, exploded in Hall Master Wu's mind.
His psyche collapsed, and in horror he shouted: "I agree! I agree! Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"
The hysterical yelling made him look like a crazed madman.
"Good." Qin Hao smiled and patted Hall Master Wu's head, as if he were treating a puppy.
"Waiter."
Qin Hao beckoned the already stunned waiter over, "May I borrow your printer for a moment..."
...
Five minutes later.
Qin Hao handed the freshly printed document to Hall Master Wu.
Hall Master Wu reached out, trembling slightly as he took it, and after glancing at the contract's content, he nearly fainted.
Gone! Everything's gone!
From now on, the entire Zhengheng Martial Arts Hall will have nothing to do with him!
Heaven! What sin did I commit to provoke someone so fierce!
