With their current wind-blown three-mile stench, no shop on Fifth Avenue was willing to welcome them.
Fortunately, with US Dollars paving the way, these issues ceased to be issues.
In a mid-tier suit shop, not only did they change into new clothes, but they also managed to take a shower in the staff break room.
Of course, these services came at a steep price.
While swiping the card to pay, Zhang Bo muttered in Huaxia, looking at the sycophantic staff, "You complained about my stench, but now my money doesn't stink, huh?"
Ning Fan chuckled without saying anything.
The shop's perspective wasn't wrong; they certainly had to consider other customers.
Two stinky people would definitely affect other shoppers' experiences.
However, the change in attitude was a bit too fast.
"Brother Bo, thank you."
Ning Fan didn't want Zhang Bo to spend money, but apart from the tattered clothes on him, everything else had turned to dust under the scour of black Holy Power.
