Wei Zhi facepalmed deeply, even though Odd Zhuo had already told him that this senior Zhang Zicao had a dark history of stealing.
But if this wasn’t corrected in modern cultivation society, he would still be arrested and sent to jail... and petty theft was considered low-level behavior even in Songhai city’s first prison.
Even if Zhang Zicao really went in, as an eternal powerhouse, he probably wouldn’t have much face.
After all, it was impossible for him to be locked up with the three mahjong players who had committed a spectacular mistake.
At the entrance of the coffee shop, Wei Zhi ordered two iced lattes. Then he patiently taught Zhang Zicao a lesson and criticized him in front of the coffee shop.
“Senior, don’t blame me for being long-winded. If you don’t correct this problem, there will be big problems in the future,”said Wei Zhi.
Zhang Zichu stirred the straw in his hand and sucked the ice latte in his hand. It was his first time drinking coffee, and he felt great.