The inn attendant hurried downstairs, his footsteps pounding. His legs were trembling with fear, yet he still calmly welcomed another guest into the inn.
Even he admired his own courage and dedication to the job. But only after the guest had paid for his room and another attendant had led him away did he finally breathe out in relief. He slowly sank to the floor of a storeroom behind the kitchen, haphazardly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a rag used to clean tables.
When he recovered enough to realize what he had done, he immediately threw the rag to the floor.
He muttered, "A devil. He must be a devil!"
Yes, how could any human have one golden eye and one red eye? He hadn't seen wrong-not entirely.
Th-that young gentleman was probably some vicious, powerful monster!
After a busy afternoon, Master Shen had tied his high-end prey (cross that out), his assassins, into all sorts of configurations. The point was simply to keep them from moving; Shen Yangge had made up the knots as he went along.
"All right, time to eat!"
Shen Yangge patted down his clothes, washed his hands, and sat down to enjoy his meal. The two unconscious men slowly woke as well. Seeing their arms and legs trussed up like crabs, they froze for a moment.
Then they abruptly looked up at Shen Yangge, who was thoroughly enjoying his food, and involuntarily swallowed. They were hungry too. Assassins were human, not some other species; they still got hungry when it was time to eat. But looking hungry in a situation like this would disgrace their profession!
So the two men in black "stubbornly" turned their heads away. Wisps of delicious aroma wafted into their noses, drawing closer and closer.
They glanced sideways,