Arc 6 (8). The bartender is done with rich people.

"Actually..." The woman suddenly spoke up, tapping the barrel of the gun against her chin.

Jun Zhi grew sceptical as his gaze hardened.

"What?" Zhao Fang asked, tilting his head to the side.

Didn't they make a deal?

"I change my mind" The woman smirked when she saw the color drain from their faces upon realization.

"Why!?" This shit was too much for him to properly process and understand!

"I want you to call MY beloved to come here and save you" She purposely emphasized the word 'my' to prove that the waiter belongs to her.

"Uh huh..." Zhao Fang murmured, glancing around nervously. "I can't... my phone is out of battery..."

The woman's eyes narrowed before she smiled and extended a hand towards one of her henchmen.

The man gave her a phone that she opened and started dialing a number.

"Speak" Her tone left no room for argument as she glared at Zhao Fang, who was sweating bullets when he heard the phone ringing.

How did she know his number!?