Chapter 438 Who Owns This Place

• The bartender’s heart started pounding. That stack of cash had to be four or five grand. A tip that big? He’d barely seen it a handful of times. He bowed in a hurry. “Sir, please wait a moment. I’ll grab it right away.”
• If a man tips that much while sober, he’s loaded. One War God set should be no problem for him.
• Five minutes later, four or five bartenders came over carrying trays, lining up a dazzling spread of bottles on the marble counter.