After seeing Edward off, Qin Siyang could already feel Chu Baxing's murderous intent.
"Qin Siyang, how do you explain paying that guy's rent for him?"
Explain?
Explain my ass.
He had explained away Yu Ziying's half-price rent as repayment for a favor and Zhao Sifang's free rent as friendship, but how could he bluff his way through paying Edward to stay?
Because of love?
He couldn't just go around saying that. He still had some dignity.
But he couldn't simply throw caution to the wind and lose Chu Baxing, his walking money tree, either.
Qin Siyang steeled himself and decided to stop lying altogether.
There are three thousand paths to the Dao. Today, I'll take a different one to deal with him.
Didn't people in the Military believe in strength above all else?
His expression instantly grew even more serious than Chu Baxing's. "I have nothing to explain."
"But what makes you think you have any right to complain, Chu Baxing?"
Chu Baxing frowned, unsure what Qin Siyang was up to this time.
"What did Commander Chu say in the Conference Hall yesterday? Those with the bigger fists make the rules, and those with the smaller fists follow them!"
"But fists don't necessarily mean your combat strength. Strength comes in all sorts of forms!"
"For example, here in this Guesthouse, I'm the one with the bigger fists, and you're the one with the smaller fists!"
"Whether they pay half price, stay for free, or even get paid by me, what does that have to do with you?"
"Here, I make the rules, and all you can do is follow them!"
"Is there a problem? No, there isn't!"
"If you think you've gotten a raw deal here and can't accept it, then make up for it somewhere else! Don't keep whining