"I'm not a waiter!"

"Aren't you from the club?"

Chao Fenghuang obviously did it on purpose because he heard what he just said.

"Shouldn't you tip in the club?"

“I’ve been working in clubs all my life, and today I was tipped for the first time, hahahaha!”

Wang Cheng was almost laughing.

"Brother Biao, finally someone appreciates you."

"Brother Wang, if you say one more word, I will tear your mouth apart."

Hong Biao walked aside angrily.

"No tip?"

Wang Cheng deliberately approached, but Hong Biao kicked him.

"Your people are not nervous at all."

He held the teacup towards Fenghuang and said.

"With Mr. Luo here, the sky won't collapse!"

Wang Cheng smiled and said.

"Does your brother over there want to stop the bleeding?"

Wang Cheng pointed at the God of War on the ground.

The God of War is indeed still bleeding.

"Can you connect your arm?"

"Which of you knows how to perform secular surgery?"

"It's the kind that uses thread."

Chao Fenghuang obviously did it on purpose, because in fact, just taking the person out and using an immortal method would be enough.

But she made this request, so obviously it was also a means of punishment, because after all, if the God of War lost, there still had to be appropriate punishment.

No one answered the call yet, so the prince took out his phone.
Chapter completed!