The crowd watched as a surprisingly ugly, dwarf-like figure waltzed up to Butcher Zhao with a grin plastered across his face.
Butcher Zhao's crew saw him and immediately paled, wanting to make a move but holding back out of fear.
Butcher Zhao snorted, stopping his men, and asked, "Dwarf Demon, why are you here?"
"Why can't I be here? You do business here, right? Are you thinking of refusing a customer?" the dwarf retorted, "Moreover, did I not pay?"
"Or have I ever failed to keep my word?"
Butcher Zhao fell silent.
He knew the dwarf was quite right!
Though, he had indeed caused quite a few messes in the past.
Left the other customers feeling scared, too.
And those he had 'played with,' whether women or men, were utterly ruined.
Yes, you heard right, completely ruined.
Although compensated monetarily afterward, breaking so many each time, it's not worth it for the business.
Besides, every time he visits, other customers spend far less; they leave early.
