Chapter 2903

"Please, Wyvern…" The devilish lady twitched, clearly resistant. "If the manager finds out—" "Your manager is nothing!" Wyvern grinned, baring his teeth. "He was The Ghosters' lapdog, but guess what? Newsflash—they're all dead!" "What?!" the lady exclaimed in shock. "What? Didn't you hear me?! The Ghosters are dead! Even their boss is dead too!" Just as Wyvern finished raving, the door up front suddenly opened. "Hmm?" Wyvern looked up and found a lanky man with a split mustache staring fixedly at him. It gave him the creeps, so he bellowed, "What are you looking at?" However, the man narrowed his eyes and asked, "You said that Ghost is dead?" "Yes, he's dead—what's it to you?" Wyvern snorted in annoyance, even pursuing his lips. "Oh, right. Are you the one who's reserving all the ladies for the night?" "I am." The man nodded. "Rich, aren't you?" Wyvern rubbed his chin as he studied the lanky man, only to find that his appearance was average—like a typical face in the cr