Chapter 101 They Knew Each Other

"Empathy Clinic?" Carl thought it sounded familiar. The young gangster reminded him, "That's the place where we had a massage." Wynter raised an eyebrow. "What a coincidence. You're one of our old customers." Carl was dumbfounded. "But the masseur is just an old lady, isn't it?" Wynter was unfazed. "You're right. That's my grandma. It was just a foot massage place then. From tomorrow onward, it will operate as a traditional medicine clinic. You came to threaten us without even doing a background check on the customers. That's interesting." Carl blushed a little. "We're just trying to earn a living. But don't worry, miss. We won't ever do this again." Wynter picked up the black bag from the side with her eyebrow raised. "Call me Boss." Carl was confused. "Huh?" Although the young man with white hair wasn't good at judging people, he was quick to respond. "Boss." "Report to work on time tomorrow." Satisfied, Wynter waved them off. "You can go now. Don't let the people f