Daylight faded, and the evening lamps began to glow.
Yang Ge lifted the wind curtain and stepped into the Welcome Inn.
Of the six men eating hot pot and humming songs inside, Xiao Baoqi sat facing the entrance. He glanced at Yang Ge without recognizing him and waved a hand carelessly. "Sorry, sir, we're closed. Come back early tomorrow if you want a meal or a room!"
Yang Ge folded his arms around the Cold Moon Saber and gave a cold laugh.
All six turned to look at him. Fang Ke was the first to recognize him. "Sir?"
The moment he spoke, the other five jolted in surprise.
"Holy shit, Second Master?"
"How did you end up looking like that?"
"Did the trip go badly?"
The six scrambled to push back their chairs and crowded around him.
Yang Ge swept his gaze over their six ruddy, grease-smeared faces and sneered inwardly again. On the surface, however, he put on a smile and nodded. "Not bad. It went pretty smoothly..."
"Have you eaten?"
"What kind of stupid question is that? Even if he has, can't he eat a little more?"
"Come on, Second Master, sit down! Have a couple of drinks to warm yourself up first..."
All six tugged at Yang Ge, trying to lead him toward the table.
Yang Ge waved their paws away and smiled. "No hurry. Keep eating. I have a few things to discuss with Commissioner Shen first. Just save me a couple of bites... Commissioner Shen, come on. Let's go to the back courtyard!"
He casually set the Cold Moon Saber on the counter and headed for the back courtyard without looking back.
Perhaps his smile was too convincing, or perhaps Shen Fa believed his conscience was clear. Whatever the reason, the normally perceptive fox failed