Unable to win the argument with her, Liang Dazhuang looked helplessly at Hu Xiaotian. "Young Master, they really did snatch that bundle!"
Hu Xiaotian was just about to speak when Murong Feiyan, standing beside him, lost patience. Her willow-leaf brows shot up. "Running a brothel, corrupting public morals, deliberate extortion, bullying people with your influence-each makes your crimes worse! Hand everything over now if you know what's good for you, or else..."
"Or else what?"
"Or else I'll drag you before the magistrate!"
Xiangqin chuckled, her expression utterly disdainful. She shook the abacus in her hand. "Then let's go before the magistrate. I'd like to see who under Xiezhou's jurisdiction dares make trouble for our Huan Cai Pavilion!"
Hu Xiaotian had not wanted things to reach an impasse. His plan had been to coax them into returning his official seal and documents first, then work out how to deal with the rest. But Murong Feiyan could not tolerate even a grain of sand in her eyes. She had long since run out of patience, and finally erupted. Hu Xiaotian smiled. "Let's talk this through calmly. There's no need to spoil the harmony."
Murong Feiyan said coldly, "Talking about harmony with a lowly creature of the flesh trade would only disgrace us!"
At those words, Xiangqin flew into a rage. The smile vanished completely from her face, and a vicious gleam appeared in her small eyes. "You bitch! Who are you calling lowly?" As she spoke, she stepped forward, raised her right fist, and punched straight at Murong Feiyan's chest.
The punch came with frightening force. Although Hu Xiaotian was not its target, the fierce wind it generated lashed his face so hard that he could barely keep his eyes open. Appearances truly could be deceptive. Looking at Xiangqin's plump, pale