Tsukikage Hoshi ultimately chose not to flip the table.
It wasn't out of rationality or self-interest. It was for one simple reason—she couldn't win.
She knew she was no match for Otu. Since Fang Cheng had been able to kill Otu, he could naturally kill her too.
She might not be able to win, but Tsukikage Hoshi made it very clear that she was angry. Her chest heaved with indignation, almost like two balloons being inflated and deflated.
Fang Cheng really wanted to poke them with a Flying Rain Needle and see if they would pop.
"What are you looking at?"
Tsukikage Hoshi dropped the act and snapped her fan shut, smacking it hard against the coffee table. "You stare at women with that lecherous look all day. Do you even have a shred of a vampire's dignity?"
The vampire community had been sexually indifferent for over two hundred years. How unlucky did they have to be to get a pervert like you, ruining the vampires' reputation?
Fang Cheng knew the Landlady was still angry, so he didn't take it personally. Smiling, he said, "Sorry if I gave you the wrong idea. I can apologize."
"Hmph, there's no misunderstanding. I'll say it again."
Tsukikage Hoshi gave a cold snort. Now that she was riled up, she threw caution to the wind. "Dump that female monster you found. I can take you into Iron-Cast Palace and introduce you to the Ghost Lord. All you have to do is one thing for me."
Fang Cheng was a little surprised, and a little amused. Not long ago, he had proposed to the Landlady and been rejected outright. Now she was the one insisting they get married.
He tried to reason with her. "Landlady, what exactly do you like about me? I'm still underage.