Chapter 462: Bastard Turtle

The waiter scratched his head and thought for a moment before saying, "It seems so."

The shopkeeper banged his head and retorted, "What do you mean 'it seems'? It is, indeed! Are you foolish or what?"

Having been tense all night, knowing that the dwarf had left, both of them finally felt relieved.

"Shopkeeper, why did you hit me so hard, doesn't your hand hurt?" The waiter, knowing that the shopkeeper's hand had been injured by the dwarf, and feeling no longer in mortal peril, found the leisure to ask.

Reminded by the waiter, the shopkeeper remembered his injured hand. Now that the perilous dwarf, that Plague God, had gone, he immediately began to act with exaggerated delicacy.

"Close up, close up! We're not doing business tonight, I need to rest and recover," the shopkeeper shouted loudly, cursing under his breath, nearly lost his life tonight, and still bother with business!