Of course, everyone claimed they would tip silver and gold, but whether they could actually produce any was another question.
These young gentlemen were mostly youths, and whether they could even earn a living was another matter entirely.
They certainly threw themselves into boasting, though.
Meanwhile, Constable Xing had finished rereading the earlier chapters and once again experienced the agony of a cliffhanger.
To escape that agony, he hurried to the next place.
Li Chungang's Blood Tofu Shop.
No, he should have called it...
Escape Room!
Constable Xing looked at the promotional board above it. Just reading the contents set his heart pounding.
The title was "Twelve Hours in the Capital."
It read: You enter your home, only to find two extra people inside: a tofu maker who sells tofu, and a butcher who sells meat.
Except the tofu maker's tofu is made from your parents' brains, and the meat is your parents' flesh.
You must complete certain tasks before you can rescue your parents from their clutches.
The first half was tolerable, but the second half sent a chill through Constable Xing's heart.
Task one: You must stare at yourself in a bronze mirror for a quarter of a two-hour period while maintaining a smile.
Task two: Lie on the wooden bed in the cellar with your eyes closed for half a two-hour period. No matter what happens during that time, you must not open your eyes. Once the time is up, open your eyes and look beneath the bed.
Task three: Put on a dead bride's wedding dress and red embroidered shoes, and apply makeup to look like the bride. The closer the resemblance, the easier it will be to qualify for escape.
"Sweet mother of mine..." Although this was his second time reading it, Constable Xing still