They really were two little white rabbits who hadn’t seen the world, just look at their eyes, so pure, their unease so obvious.
Even so, they still waited here, not wanting to leave, which can only mean that they really needed this job.
"This gentleman is the boss, have a good chat with him." Manager Wang said as he left, closing the door behind him.
"Big Brother Long, they’ve been in there for hours now, nothing bad happened, right?" Xiaoyan started getting restless, it had been several hours and they still hadn’t emerged, he couldn’t help but fear something had gone wrong.
"What could possibly happen?" Dragon King was in no hurry.
"Big Brother Long, have we met before? I keep feeling like I’ve seen you somewhere." Xiaoyan, looking at Dragon King, felt a strange sense of familiarity but couldn’t quite place it.
"It doesn’t matter if we’ve met before, as long as we’ll meet often in the future. Don’t you think I’d be a good match for your sister?"
Xiaoyan’s face changed, "My sister is with a man, don’t you dare think about her, otherwise, I’ll make you pay." Indeed, his intentions weren’t good, despicable.
"I know about her man, I heard he’s been unconscious for several months now, whether he can wake up is still in question, maybe he’ll breathe his last at any moment. Or do you want your sister to remain a widow for the rest of her life?" If he really never woke up, he sincerely hoped she would remarry.
"My Brother Cheng will definitely wake up, don’t you curse him here. After this is over, I hope you stay away from my sister. If I hear you harbor any thoughts about her again, I’ll break your legs."
"Think you can beat me? Haven’t you heard of my reputation? Here in the Imperial Capital, there are hardly any who can stand against me." From a young age, he was strong, and with this strength, he fought his way to fame, becoming the Dragon King that everyone in the Imperial Capital feared.
Xiaoyan glared at him, so what if you can fight? Stealing another’s woman is shameful, despicable.
"Your name is Xiaofeng, and hers is Xiaonian, right? Such simple and nice names. Here are two forms, just fill them out perfunctorily." Buckethead sat down on the chair: "Didn’t sleep well last night, my shoulders are a bit sore, which of you will come give me a rub?"
As he spoke, he placed a bill on the table: "Whoever comes over, the money is hers."
It was necessary to test their attitudes.
"I’ll do it, I’ll do it." Both women, seeing the money, were as if they had seen gold, both rushing for it: "I grabbed it first, so it’s mine."
"It was me who grabbed it first, it’s mine."
Neither was willing to concede, and in the scuffle, a slap accidentally landed on Buckethead’s face, and without realizing it, a foot kicked him as well.
Buckethead, who had been sitting lazily, wanting to relax, was initially pleased by their attitudes, but then he sensed something was off.
With a wave of his hand: "Whomever spends the night with me, this thousand is hers."
Just over a little money, and they were fighting like mad, causing injuries – was it worth it?
The moment Buckethead placed the money on the table, the two began scrambling for it again, this time more fiercely than before.
Buckethead couldn’t escape unscathed this time, getting his nose bloodied by their blows.
"Ladies, stop fighting. Now I get it, you didn’t come here looking for work, did you? You came to fight, right? Just look what you’ve done to me." So much for their earlier innocence and unease, it was all an act.
They were like two tigresses, impossible to provoke.
The door was slammed open with a bang.
Dragon King stormed in with his entourage.
Seeing them, Xiaonian burst into tears, "Big Brother Long, you’re finally here. If you hadn’t come, Sister Xiaofeng and I would have been defiled by this Buckethead. Ever since he came in, he’s been bleeding from the nose nonstop, it was so scary."
Buckethead, seeing the newcomers, was about to speak when someone suddenly stepped on him.
"You’ve got some nerve, messing with my people. Seems like you don’t want your factory anymore," Dragon King said icily, his foot pressing on Buckethead.
"Who are you people? Are you here to cause trouble? I’ll call the police, they’ll see justice done for me." Sweat poured from Buckethead as he was stepped on.
"Go ahead, we’ll be waiting. Do you have all your paperwork in order? What will you tell them when the police arrive, that yours is a black factory, the kind where workers die with no compensation?" Dragon King looked at Buckethead with a chilling gaze that sent shivers down his spine.
"We’re not a black factory, we’re legit," Buckethead blustered: "You can’t touch me, I’ve got backing."
Without someone backing him, how could his factory have stayed in business until now?