Here, take it—this is your salary for the week. She lifted her hand, handed over a small bag, and the woman perched behind the desk with her legs crossed casually ticked something off on a little notebook, then, without even looking up, waved her hand and said, “Remember to file your taxes yourself… next!”

Wait! Li Ang tipped the bag and poured the coins onto his palm, staring at the nine grimy pieces—eight big ones and one tiny one. His eyes widened in shock, as if he could leap up and settle the score with her on the spot.

Damn it! I only just repelled an evil god trying to corrupt the world this Tuesday, and you, you bastard, are even trying to dock the savior’s wages?