Lin Fu rushed out in floral boxers and a short-sleeved shirt, its buttons still undone.
The hallway had motion-sensor lights. They were dim, but bright enough for Lin Fu to see Shen Lian raise his fist and slam it into someone's face.
Lin Fu wasn't even fully awake yet, but shock already filled his eyes.
It was quite a sight, after all.
Noticing Lin Fu, Shen Lian even considerately said, "Nothing serious. Go back to sleep."
Lin Fu: "?"
This was nothing serious?!
Lin Fu finally recognized the man screaming on the floor, turned around, and went to pound on Zhao Wenshu's door at the end of the hallway.
Soon, the entire inn was ablaze with lights.
Zhao Wenshu understood before Lin Fu was halfway through his explanation and immediately made a call. They hadn't brought many security personnel this time-seven in total-but handling a sloppy thug who was as weak as he looked was no problem.
It was the thug who had been harassing Jiang You.
At first, he could still shout threats, yelling that he would call the police and get people to back him up. Then Zhao Wenshu ordered them to gag him, and after another vicious beating, he lay on the floor groaning, all his arrogance gone.
The man curled up on the floor, his face bruised and swollen, each breath heavier than the last.
Lin Fu pulled Shen Lian behind Zhao Wenshu, where he watched Director Zhao sit on a battered traditional wooden chair, his expression indifferent.
Shen Lian: "..." With that presence, you'd make a pretty convincing gangster too.
"Take the towel out. Let me ask him what happened," Zhao Wenshu said flatly.
The beating had terrified the thug, and he confessed everything.
He really hadn't given up on his vile intentions. Since he