魚獄圄

Here, take your weekly salary. After handing over a small bag, the woman behind the desk, legs crossed, made a checkmark on her small notebook and waved him off without looking up: Remember to file your taxes... Next! Wait! After pouring out the coins from the small bag and seeing eight large ones and one small one, nine dirty coins in his palm, Li Ang stared in shock, wishing he could rush forward and fight her to the death. Damn it! I only defeated the demon god trying to corrupt the world this Tuesday! How dare you deduct the savior’s salary?