The brothel.
Little Bat and the others' simple, brutal, yet effective methods left Ren Ye and his companions both impressed and feeling strangely hollow in the rear, as though their imaginations kept conjuring up something.
At the side room's entrance, Dali Tiger frowned at the madam. "A friendly warning: this matter has far-reaching implications. If you want to keep your head, you'd best keep both your upper and lower mouths shut."
Having already witnessed these two formidable fellows' methods, the madam paled with fright on the spot. "I... I understand."
"Let's go, Second Master," Dali Tiger called.
"All right."
Ren Ye did not want to stay another minute and hurried out of the brothel with the others.
When they reached the entrance, Old Liu reminded Little Bat, "Leave that stick for them. What if that pimp gets hooked and can't find anything to use?"
"Oh, I forgot all about that." Little Bat tossed away the bloodstained short stick.
The group quickly left the brothel. After traveling another two or three li, they stopped on the official road to discuss things.
"Second Master, I've gotten the details. That coachman, Zhang Changshou, has been involved with that madam for years. They tell each other practically everything." Mounted on his horse, Little Bat held the reins. "The madam said Zhang Changshou did indeed come into some money a while ago, though she didn't know how. A couple of days ago, he rushed back here and met her briefly. While they were talking, Zhang Changshou said he was going back to his hometown to hide for a while and wouldn't be back anytime soon. He also gave her some money."
"Does the madam know where Zhang Changshou's hometown is?" Ren Ye asked.
"Yes. Here's the address she just wrote down." Little Bat handed