She merely swept an unobtrusive glance toward Zhao Feng, but he knew she had already noticed them.
At that moment, Zhao Feng noticed a tiny pair of silver scissors in Fourth Madam's hand. Their blades were as thin as cicada wings, turning between her slender fingers, silver light flickering like a nimble butterfly dancing at her fingertips. The scissors looked like nothing more than an ordinary plaything, but Zhao Feng's instincts told him that in Fourth Madam's hands, they were more dangerous than the swords and sabers wielded by most martial artists.
After Fourth Madam arrived, some of the regulars seated there chatted with her, while others joked with her.
But Zhao Feng noticed that not one of them took a joke too far.
Before long, Fourth Madam finished checking the accounts and went behind the counter again.
Su Qingwan gave him a questioning look.
Zhao Feng signaled for her to wait a little longer.
Just then, three men entered through the front door.
They wore the brightly striped robes common among merchants from the Western Regions, with white cloth wrapped around their heads and curved sabers and bulging money pouches hanging at their waists. Their leader was tall and burly, his face heavy with flesh, his triangular eyes clouded by excessive drinking and debauchery.
His two companions were somewhat smaller and thinner, but both looked vicious as well. One glance was enough to tell they were no decent sorts.
The three had clearly drunk a great deal already. Their steps were unsteady, and they began shouting the moment they entered.
"Proprietress! Where's the proprietress?" the leading merchant bellowed. His voice was coarse and grating, thick with an accent. "I've traveled all the way from Kucha just to see the legendary proprietress of Longwind Inn! Come out! Let me see