Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy-One: Handing Over Profits
"Did you know? I heard that Skywind City will be holding a grand auction today. Apparently, a lot of cultivators are going!"
"Really? What will be up for auction? Could it be a divine artifact?"
"Probably not a divine artifact, but it'll definitely be some incredibly powerful treasure!"
Hearing this, Dao Lord Taichu calmly said, "Once we finish eating, let's go take a look!"
"Mm." Yang Qianyu nodded. She did not ask any further questions and continued drinking with Dao Lord Taichu.
Bang!
Just as they finished their food and wine and were preparing to pay and leave, the inn's doors were kicked open. A group of people strode inside and beat all the inn attendants until their faces were bruised and swollen.
"Who is so bold as to commit violence in an inn in broad daylight?" Dao Lord Taichu and Yang Qianyu stood up and looked at the group that had barged in. Dao Lord Taichu frowned and spoke in a deep voice.
At that moment, a fierce-looking man walked up to Yang Qianyu and Dao Lord Taichu. He sized them up, then said coldly with an arrogant expression, "Anyone not involved, get lost. My boss is shutting down this inn. If you leave too slowly, we'll shut you down along with it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the innkeeper hurried out. He was a somewhat plump middle-aged man.
The fat man hurried over to the man and pleaded, "Gentlemen, please show mercy. We can talk this out!"
"What the hell are you? You think you deserve my mercy?" Fierce Man glanced at the fat man with utter contempt.
The fat man's face flushed red, but he did not dare say anything. He lowered his head, looking thoroughly wronged.
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