Luo Yan glanced at the woman in her late twenties, then withdrew his gaze and went back to drinking his beer. The stuff was as bland as water, so, unwilling to waste it, Luo Yan drained the glass before wiping the alcohol from his lips and preparing to leave.
At that moment, seven or eight burly men came in. They pointed at the woman and spoke to the bartender behind the counter.
"Boss Guan, this woman was skulking around by the well. When we found her, she was trying to poison our well."
"I didn't!"
The woman shrieked. Her gaze darted around before landing on Luo Yan.
Seeing that Luo Yan did not look like he belonged to this camp, the woman rushed over and hugged him. She had just been about to make up some name for him, drag him into the mess, and draw the men's attention so she could escape.
Luo Yan looked coldly at her, his gaze settling on her fairly fair neck.
Under Luo Yan's stare, the woman could not utter a word. Then she heard him say softly,
"Let go."
She instinctively released Luo Yan and stood there with her mind blank.
Luo Yan headed for the entrance, but a bald man blocked his way.
"You can't leave."
"She just hugged you. Who knows if you're accomplices?"
Before Luo Yan could respond, the bartender behind the counter said, "Let him go."
"This woman is Li Gui's mistress, Xiao Li. I saw her during the last negotiation."
"That brother may look travel-worn, but he doesn't smell of fish. He doesn't look like someone from Li Gui's fish farm."
Luo Yan was somewhat surprised.
This bartender was remarkably observant.
He had made an accurate judgment based on the scent on Luo Yan's body.
Luo Yan nodded