Inside the Eastpeace Inn.
As that deep, resonant voice rang out, an uproar swept through the second floor. Displeasure and disappointment showed on many faces.
"Another one? Are all Qin Family Disciples like this now?"
"Damn it, we can't even eat a meal in peace. Why should we be driven out just because Qin Tao wants to eat? It's not as if the Eastpeace Inn has no private rooms."
"The Qin Family is far too arrogant!"
Someone could no longer stand it and shot to his feet, his face livid.
A friend beside him paled and hurriedly pulled him back. "Don't! The Qin Family is powerful, and the Sword Martial King is the Guardian of our True Martial Continent. We can't afford to offend them."
"Hmph. I doubt the Sword Martial King even knows about this. I grew up hearing tales of him. How could someone so wise and mighty do such a thing? The Qin Family Disciples must be using his name to run wild behind his back..."
"Enough. Let's go eat at another inn. My treat. Come on!"
No one on the second floor dared raise another objection. They hurried downstairs, while a few impatient diners leaped straight out the windows. In the blink of an eye, the entire floor was almost empty.
It was not just the second floor. Guests on the first, third, fourth, fifth, and higher floors left as well.
The Eastpeace Inn's manager turned green. Those guests had all left without paying. The inn was going to suffer a heavy loss this time.
Despite that thought, the manager did not dare delay. He rushed down to the first floor to welcome Inspector Qin Tao.
No one noticed that the disheveled man seated by a second-floor window was still holding a wine jar and drinking