The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

"What do you mean by paying back the money? I earned it with my own ability. You can't ask me to pay you back, huh."

"If you want to post a new task, you have to pay again, otherwise there's no point in talking."

Nan Zhiyi looked at him with a haughty expression, her arrogance fully reflected in her heart, and her nervous fingers subconsciously turned the ring that Mo Bai had given her on her index finger.

"I think you've gotten used to a good life and have forgotten our methods." Q saw his nervousness and realized that he was just a guy with a strong appearance but a weak heart.

With a sullen face, he waved his hand, and the ghost behind him arrived and pounced towards Nan Zhiyi, opening its bloody mouth.

"Okay, I knew you were a bad guy and you didn't intend to have a good talk."

As he spoke, he pulled out the jewel-inlaid dagger and killed the ghost servant in just a few moves.

Q felt a heart attack when he looked at the dagger in his hand. This was the treasure he gave to the other party, but he didn't expect to be attacked in return.

Before Q could react, Nan Zhiyi had already jumped over the seat, thrown him down, and locked his neck with her legs.

It was just a big fight for him, a familiar venue, a familiar fighting style, and then Q was led astray by the familiarity.

Nan Zhiyi's moves are extremely vulgar and shameless. Scratching the face, pulling the hair, and hitting the pocket are all considered routine operations. There are also monkeys stealing peaches and old men pulling out stakes.

The main theme is not very mainstream, but it is useful. The toughness of the urban vagrants is displayed to the fullest.

Master, you still say that such a scoundrel has ulterior motives?!

He probably has never seen how crazy he is. Anyone with any shame or brains would not do such a thing.

Forget it, now that the message has been delivered, let’s retreat first.

Q's thoughts raced quickly, and he wasn't going to mess around with him anymore. He used his strength to push the man away, stood up gracefully, and wiped his face with the racket.

"Okay, stop making a fuss. I'll give you the money. You're so petty. You can do the new task or not. You can only dream of getting a deposit."

After saying that, Nan Zhiyi didn't even want to look at him and just turned around and left, pushing away the waiters who had come over, and the whole way was filled with the sound of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

"Get out of my way."

"Mad dog, scoundrel, bastard..."

Nan Zhiyi looked at him with amusement, touched the wound at the corner of his mouth, grimaced in pain, and looked completely awful.

"Sir, you lost a waiter and some utensils, totaling 100 million yuan. Could you please settle the bill?"

"It's not my decision. Whoever made the decision should go find him." Nan Zhiyi pushed the ghost servant away and was about to walk out, but was stopped by a smile.

"Sir, the distinguished guest who came with you told you to get married. Now he has left. Please do it."

Nan Zhiyi looked at her eyes and a good idea came to her mind. "Okay, I'll get married, but I have a grudge against that person. You have to take me out from the other side?"

"No problem sir, just follow me." As the big-headed ghost said this, he walked in front, and Nan Zhiyi followed behind. He could also hear the loud shouting and cursing of Q who had turned back from afar.

"Fuck you, you bastard, you actually took my belt and my dick from me, do you have any shame?"

"Listen, that customer has come back. These are given to you as expenses. You can exchange them with him."

Nan Zhiyi put the things on his tray and disappeared in an instant.

"Sir, items cannot be...deducted." The waiter said helplessly before he could finish his words. He felt a headache when he looked at the empty aisle.

His eyes were dull, as if he was saying, where is my client? Such a big client of mine, he’s gone.

Look at the things on the tray: a watch, a belt, underwear with a pink piggy printed on it, etc.

No…If I take these things to exchange with clients for money, will they twist my head off? Thinking of this, he swallowed.

Just as he was thinking about whether to destroy the body immediately, a gloomy and deadly voice rang in his ears. "Where is the person? Where is the grandson just now?"

"It seems that you have already seen it? Then I wish you to be more careful in your next life."

As he said this, the big-headed ghost died before he could even beg for mercy.

"This is the second waiter. We're offering a discount of NT$4 million. Would you like to pay in cash or take out a loan?" The charming sound of someone tapping an abacus was heard.

Q turned around with a ferocious look on his face, looking at the blind thing who dared to offend him.

Then I realized it was Ye Mei, who was wearing a flirtatious long tulle dress. She was holding an abacus in one hand and a pipe inlaid with white jade in the other. Below the pipe hung a gold pendant with the word "Fu".

He leaned lazily on Liang Xiao's body behind him, puffing out a cigarette.

“I didn’t expect that Lord Ye’s business scope is so wide, and you also have a store here.

I apologize for my poor eyesight and will transfer the money to you right away."

Q bowed ingratiatingly, quickly transferred the money, and went into the bathroom, his eyes still full of resentment and disdain.

When one thinks about the master's great cause that requires money, this person falls within the range of the master's attempts to win him over.

It was a bargain for them, otherwise this place would have brought shame upon me and would have had to be destroyed.

And there was that damn Nan Zhiyi, who made him hate her so much whenever he thought of her.

Before daybreak, Nan Zhiyi got up and packed up to go to his 8 a.m. class without waiting for Mo Bai to come back and see him off.

The morning sunlight is like indifferent quicksand, with little temperature even when it leans down, giving people a very hazy and heavy feeling.

Even the ghosts have some difficulty accepting the early morning. They all hang their heads and look listless, with only one or two occasionally looking energetic.

Anyway, there was no need to take any exams, so Nan Zhiyi read the book once, took notes, and began to read in a daze again.

It’s different from when I first came here. At that time, the ghosts were still normal from people’s aesthetic standards, but now they are becoming more and more magical.

After the tentacle hooked his ankle for the fifth time, Nan Zhiyi learned his lesson.

The pen accidentally fell to the ground. When he bent down to pick it up, he accidentally hit the book. The dagger in the book accidentally fell out and slid to the ground, just cutting off the tentacle.

There was a puff of green smoke, and all the ghosts turned their heads.

Nan Zhiyi looked at it with a confused look on his face, shrank his neck, and fearfully picked up his things and put them away.

He continued to stare at the book seriously. The other ghosts looked at him suspiciously, wondering if he had discovered anything.

Nan Zhiyi spent the entire class being stared at, feeling very uncomfortable, and actually had a nap.

As soon as the get out of class was over, Nan Zhiyi followed Zhong Ling to the archives room.

The teachers and classmates along the way just looked on blankly, minding their own business, like NPCs with fixed programming.

Because you asked Zhong Ling to handle it in advance, you didn't encounter any door-opening kills or strange things when you opened the door.

The entire archive room is not large. Perhaps because this school was established not long ago, there is only one bookshelf of information.

When you open the door, you can see a large recruitment poster. The principal with a gentle and kind face stands at the front, followed by a group of youthful students and the teachers behind him.

Everyone showed sincere and friendly smiles, and it looked no different from a normal school outside.