Xiao Ross froze at the sight. Once he recovered, he looked at his brother with an amused yet pitying gaze.
Da Ross reacted fiercely. He reached out, grabbed the Expressionless Man as he tried to flee the "crime scene," and roared, "You damned bastard! Are you blind? Couldn't you find a better place to empty out your stomach?"
Tai Lande's expression changed. Unlike Xiao Ross, who was carefree and thoughtless, he already sensed that if this matter was mishandled, disaster could follow.
The entire construction site had fairly strict public security requirements. If a serious brawl really broke out, there would not only be severe punishment—they might even be fired. Da Ross was relatively rational, but anyone who got vomited on would be angry. And Da Ross had drunk quite a bit... It really was hard to control what might happen next...
Tai Lande noticed that someone had already left their table and was heading for the door. They were clearly preparing to report to the security officers the moment a fight broke out—after all, a successful report earned at least ten Copper Coins, and plenty of people happily made a habit of it.
The tavern owner—a middle-aged man with a mouthful of rotten teeth—remained quite calm. He had probably seen plenty of similar incidents and had no intention of intervening. He merely tapped a sign hanging from the counter.
The sign was covered in densely packed writing. The Ross brothers could not read it, but Tai Lande could. He saw that the rules were listed clearly, one by one.
"Any damage to tables, chairs, or utensils caused by fighting in the tavern must be compensated. The specific prices are as follows:
Large table: one silver coin; small table: fifty Copper Coins; chair: thirty-five Copper Coins; large plate: ten Copper