The New Qualifier

"This is not good, Mr. Rich Boss. We've two people to deal with now," Sir was gloomy.

"What's there to be afraid of? Who could win you when it comes to killing monsters?" Fang Ning said with disdain.

He was exhausted from partying all day and was spread out on his bed resting. He was missing someone who could massage his shoulders…

"That's enough, stop pretending to be tired. You are a Pond-level soul, there's no way you can be tired out so easily," Sir said condescendingly.

"Damn it, why don't you get two maids to help your Master Fang massage his shoulders…" Fang Ning said resentfully.

"Let me inform you in advance, the maids who can enter this place are basically spirits…" Sir gloated.

"Erm… I'll pass," Fang Ning shuddered and hid under his blanket.

"That's better. Now there is one Qiao Anping and one Black Robe fighting us for the prize. Quickly think of a way to get rid of them," Sir turned the subject back main matters.