Just two minutes ago, inside a luxurious villa in the provincial capital, a gaunt middle-aged man dressed in traditional Southeast Asian attire suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
The young man standing nearby, humming a tune while parting his hair down the middle, blinked in surprise:
"What the hell! That's a brand-new Persian rug I just got! I'm deducting this from your salary."
"Master, I just spat blood here, do you really have to be this stingy?"
"Fine, I'll deduct a little less."
"..."
"How are your injuries?"
"I suffered a backlash. I won't be able to proceed with your original plan anymore. By the way, my pay during sick leave is still fully covered, right?"
The young man's mouth twitched. The guy was coughing up blood and still didn't forget about money—did he ever shortchange his salary? Honestly.
Chapter 22