Spring City, Promotion Temple!
Dean McKenzie returned to the first floor of the Promotion Temple with a familiar sensation of weightlessness.
Just as he returned, Anthony, with his blood-shot eyes, got in his face, nervously asking.
"How did it go? Did you pass?"
Dean McKenzie cracked a smile: "Passed it in one go!"
"As long as you've passed it, that's good!"
Only then did Anthony breathe a sigh of relief.
At this time, Dean McKenzie leaned in: "Oh Anthony, didn't you say if I passed in one go, you would give me a cash equivalent for the remaining opportunity!"
Hearing this, Anthony's face instantly darkened.
"Cash what?!"
"What? Why a hammer? I am not a warrior..."
"I'll give you a hammer!"
"No, if you don't want to give, don't give. Why do you hit people... Oh, shit…"
Before Dean McKenzie could finish speaking, Ennis Hawkins had already pulled down his pants.
With a belt soaked in iodine in his hand, he scared Dean McKenzie into yowling.