C112 This Restaurant Should be Closed for the Time Being

"Redbud City owes you a debt of gratitude, Mr. Huo Li!"

Zhang Xing sat there, the picture of composure, as he delivered this line without so much as shifting in his seat.

His tone was unmistakably that of a superior addressing a subordinate.

Huo Li felt the sting of those words in his ears and the weight of them in his gaze. It left a sour taste in his heart