Her Next Manager

"Get lost." An authoritative and menacing voice rang out.

The onlookers watching the commotion were silenced and looked like they saw a ghost. Very quickly the crowd dispersed. Even Master Biao half-crawled, half-rolled away in panic after stealing a glance at who had knocked him to the ground.

It was only then that Xia Ling noticed a really skinny man standing before her. He was even skinnier than she was and was wearing a dirty and crumpled jacket, which was emitting a sour odor. Yet, he had a threatening presence despite his small frame, perhaps a result of the dark eye circles and yellowish pallor from being in the bar day and night. Warning bells rang out again in Xia Ling's head.

She was confident to escape from the lumbering man earlier.

However, this skinny man was glaring at her like he was looking at his prey, and she was not confident that she could free herself.

The skinny man gave her a look and spat out. "Follow me."