"Remember, restrain your murderous spirit." Drexel reminded once again.
Ethan Smith nodded, and he casually and naturally looked at Mr. Snider's position.
Now, Mr. Snider was full of smiles on his face, looking confident and content, which made people jealous when they saw it.
"Mr. Snider, please head to the second floor. How many people are with you today?" the waiter asked.
Mr. Snider walked directly to the second floor while saying, "Eight people. Bring out all your good wine and food."
"Alright!" The waiter scurried to the kitchen.
Seeing how comfortable Mr. Snider was, Ethan Smith couldn't help but feel angry.
Just then, a shiny, middle-aged man with a big belly walked out.
The man was dressed extravagantly, covered in gold, exuding an air of wealth and class.
He was none other than the owner of Harmony Tower, Mr. Trivett.
Mr. Trivett came all the way to Ethan Smith and frowned, "You want to work here?"