Luo Qiu was sizing up the new customer.
He seemed to be hurt seriously. After all, he had spitted out a lot of blood, perhaps even rupturing his internal organs.
"Take a seat."
He treated the customer with the basic courtesy.
Actually, many of the mysterious points of the club could be skipped when meeting new customers as it would be more convincing to do one action, rather than speaking a thousand sentences.
Mo Xiaofei’s body started to leave the floor. A wonderful power lifted him up and sent him to the seat.
A shocked look could be seen on Mo Xiaofei’s face.
Luo Qiu had gotten used to the clown face. At present, he sat opposite to Mo Xiaofei, "Customer, you said you want to obtain power, right?"
