"Creak..." Ye Luo's door was pushed open. Ah, everyone should note that the "creak" did not mean the door was some ancient, poorly maintained relic groaning under the strain. Quite the opposite—the heavy door lightly scraped against the floor as it turned, producing that faint creaking sound. The inn really ought to have fixed that problem, but Ye Luo felt that although this world had given him all kinds of surprises, its door-hinge designs were still far behind those of the twenty-first century...
The center of the dispute had appeared, and he had done so after Fatel's name had been invoked, making the surrounding spectators feel that there was something deeply suggestive about it.
Was he coming out to beg for mercy?
Of course, the most likely possibility was that he would lower his stance and try to turn a major matter into a minor one, and a minor one into nothing at all.
If that did not work, he could always slip them some gold coins. Money could make ghosts grind millstones, after all...
"Making such a racket so early in the morning, before people have even woken up. Look, you've disturbed every friend in the entire inn. Have you no public decency? Ye Meng, grab them by the legs and throw them all out!" Ye Luo said indifferently, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Then—
Bang! He walked back into the room and shut the door.
A broad smile instantly bloomed across Ye Meng's face. He looked toward Ye Yi. "I told you, if we did it my way, nothing would happen..."
Ye Yi was briefly stunned by Ye Luo's decisive and straightforward command, but after his clever mind turned it over, he understood some of Ye Luo's intentions. Smiling, he shook his head and looked at Rod and the