"You're just bragging. Don't think that being a delivery guy for the Bloody Restaurant means you can do whatever you want."
"Our factory is a large one with thousands of workers, a big taxpayer. Our boss is a candidate for the city council, a big shot whom even City Hall treats with respect. You dare to bomb his factory?"
The mountain goblin scoffed.
"Looks like you know a bit about our restaurant, but just a bit."
"I've bombed pet shops, bombed streets, bombed office buildings, bombed nightclubs—I've bombed all sorts of places."
"And I'm still alive and kicking, and when I go back, they still greet me with smiles."
"Do you know why?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"Why?"
"Because I have lots of friends, I'm skillful, and I'm generous."
"Once you accept my fruits, and then take my deliveries, you become my premium customer."
"I'll prepay a thousand bucks at 'Busy Hours' later, and you just mention my name when you go in to eat."
He said grandiosely.
