"Oh..." Cheng Jiliang drew out the sound. "You came prepared!"
Letting this young man take away a little girl who had barely been trained was not really much of a loss.
But could just anyone come in, produce a severed head, and take someone away from Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion?
Cheng Jiliang thought that should not be allowed.
Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion had become the foremost pleasure house on Hundred Flowers Street not merely because its girls were beautiful. When he had first come here to establish a branch, he had built it from nothing, brick by brick, until a tall building gradually rose.
Back when the organization had yet to attain its current influence, it had planted its feet firmly in this gaudy, decadent trade of lights and music. The pressures he had faced, the struggles he had endured, had not been some trifling wind and rain.
It was not that Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion could not apologize, but what had been presented so far was not enough.
The young man before him respected the order of Song Kingdom and the rules of Shangqiu City, but he did not respect Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion enough.
The guests' murmurs gathered like mist, gradually drifting beneath the ceiling.
Bracing both hands on the railing, Cheng Jiliang cast down a scrutinizing gaze. "How do you intend to compensate us for our losses?"
Chu Yao looked at Old Blade. "This elder brother has already taken Xiao Cui's ransom."
"Twelve taels of silver," Old Blade said.
He took out today's "extra earnings." The other party was neither timid nor rash, yet the little purse was already beginning to burn his hand.
"Why twelve taels?" Cheng Jiliang asked.
"Two taels covered her expenses during this time. Five taels are your capital." Chu Yao closed the lid of the head