Early the next morning.
Jiang Qiao pushed open the window and glanced outside.
The streets were completely deserted.
There had still been the occasional pedestrian yesterday, but now there was not a single one. The few shops that had been open yesterday were all shut, and some had fresh white seals pasted across their doors, as though they had been raided and closed down.
Several figures could vaguely be seen in the distance.
They wore matching black short jackets, their waists bulging with weapons. At a glance, they were clearly armed.
They stood at the street corner for a while.
After exchanging a few quiet words, they scattered and vanished into the alleys.
Tiger Lian Mountain's people.
Obviously.
The Old Man's death last night had thoroughly shocked Tiger Lian Mountain.
Locking down the entire city and clearing the streets.
That was standard procedure.
But interestingly, Tiger Lian Mountain's people had not conducted house-to-house searches, nor had they questioned the guests in the inns one by one. Even the citywide lockdown had only begun this morning.
They had merely brought the streets under control.
Then they waited.
Waited for what?
Clearly, they were waiting for someone capable of taking charge to arrive.
They understood perfectly well.
The person who could kill that Old Man was not someone ordinary guards like them could handle.
"Heh heh."
"Perhaps a big figure from Tiger Lian Mountain will come."
Jiang Qiao lowered the window and turned to head downstairs without a care.
Quite a few people were already seated in the first-floor hall.
Some were the inn's original guests, while others were shop clerks from nearby businesses who had been blocked on the road. Unable to open their shops and not daring to rashly return home, they could only stop here to rest.
Everyone spoke