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This is the signboard personally chosen by Black Cripple. Clearly, he has a knack for naming things. He somehow turned a place meant for handling metaphysical affairs into a dining company. Even Zuo Bei, who was usually not very talkative, couldn't help but twitch his mouth at the sight of the colorful red lights and the words "Come Again" floating above the agency. He wanted to remind Black Cripple but felt too embarrassed to say anything.
"Boss Guan, what do you think? Festive, right?"
Black Cripple, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, leaned against Guan Jintang's shoulder, boasting about his choice.
It is festive, indeed, Guan Jintang thought, wanting to say more but holding back.
"Well, festive is good enough!"
Black Cripple beamed as he lit a firecracker at the entrance.
Bang! Bang!
The sound of firecrackers echoed loudly, instantly drawing the attention of nearby residents. The agency was located near an old and dilapidated neighborhood, a place rarely visited by people. Due to Zuo Ci's sensitive identity, Black Cripple didn't make a big fuss about the opening; he simply opened quietly and mainly catered to familiar clients.
Since the agency's opening, they hadn't properly set off firecrackers. On a whim, Black Cripple thought it would be nice to have some good luck, even though Zuo Ci wasn't around. In Black Cripple's mind, it didn't matter whether Zuo Ci was there or not. After all, Zuo Ci was an old tool—everyone knew that aside from fighting and killing, he was not skilled in much else.
However, these tasks were primarily Black Cripple's responsibility now. No, Zuo Ci couldn't guarantee that he would still be alive either.
Standing proudly at the entrance of the agency, Black Cripple began handing out flyers that resembled some kind of risqué advertisement to nearby residents with a flattering smile. "New store opening! Please support us! We’re all neighbors here—20% off for everyone!"
An elderly lady smiled and said, "My dear grandson has a day off tomorrow; I’ll definitely come by to order food from you. It’s much better than him eating takeout. Young man, do your best!"
Black Cripple was momentarily taken aback. Order food? Did I say we deliver meals while handling affairs?
A dry chuckle escaped from Black Cripple. "Auntie, we run a business here, not a family gathering. If you’ve got any pesky spirits bothering you, you’ve come to the right place!"
"Business?" The aunt looked at him suspiciously, her gaze lingering on the three words. Then her eyes hardened, as if she were making a solemn declaration: "Even if the Heavenly King Lao Zi himself came, this is still a restaurant's sign, isn’t it?"
"Even if the Heavenly King Lao Zi came, he wouldn’t manage the restaurant!" Black Cripple's expression faltered.
The young man, Ji Qingqing, seemed to have some issues with his mental state!
The aunt appeared somewhat intimidated by Black Cripple and hurriedly tossed aside the flyer in her hand, turning away without another word.
The other neighbors chuckled softly. No one was willing to engage further. Who would want to argue with someone who seemed unhinged? Winning wouldn’t bring any benefits, but losing would be embarrassing!
Black Cripple scratched his head. "Isn’t my name festive enough?"
Zuo Bei and Guan Jintang quietly stepped back, seemingly reluctant to stand beside Black Cripple.
"Boss, this is a restaurant, right?" A man in a black long robe stood in front of Black Cripple and asked gently, "Do you deliver takeout here?"
Black Cripple seemed at a loss for words.
Guan Jintang and Zuo Bei exchanged glances, both amused and bewildered.
"Hey, don’t speak out of turn!" Old Inspector patted Xiao Xu on the shoulder as if scolding him for being naive.
"Finally someone who understands me," Black Cripple said, feeling a swell of emotion. He straightened his back as if he were a victorious rooster, deliberately casting knowing glances at Guan Jintang and Zuo Bei.
The two of them rolled their eyes.
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