The sudden slap rang through the inn, leaving everyone inside stunned—from the bookkeeper behind the counter to the attendant sweeping the floor.
The proprietress was no ordinary woman. She was a C-rank Professional, a notorious shrew in the Changchun Association. And now, a mere member of the Patrol Team had slapped her across the face.
Her expression flickered between fury and restraint as she stared at Yang Mingjie.
Yang Mingjie's heart was pounding, but he kept a careless look on his face. He might as well have written Go ahead and kill me if you've got the guts across it.
The proprietress saw how unafraid he was and ground her teeth in anger, but after thinking it over, she still didn't dare make a move.
She couldn't figure out who he was. It was especially suspicious that someone from the Patrol Team had come knocking right after that group checked in.
The more you knew, the more you had to fear.
As the owner of this inn, she knew all too well that it harbored things that couldn't be brought into the light.
If their presence was exposed because of this, she wouldn't be able to bear the blame when her superiors found out.
Thinking this, the proprietress covered her face and forced out a strained smile. "Brother Yang, I misspoke just now. You're a generous man—please don't hold it against a woman like me."
As she spoke, she pressed herself against him again. "If something's bothering you, just say the word. We're neighbors, after all. There's no need for us to fall out."
After that, the proprietress signaled to the bookkeeper with her eyes.
The bookkeeper immediately took the items Yang Mingjie had mentioned from beneath the counter and set them on the table. At the same time, the