Li Yan listened intently, fixing his gaze on the speaker for a long while, until the latter unconsciously swallowed his saliva. Only then did Li Yan let out a sigh, "You must believe me, if it weren't for the fact that I still have friends here, I would definitely go with you."
"I advise you to consider it carefully."
These people began to close in, but they did not reflect on the underlying meaning of Li Yan's words.
The other tea customers, unfazed, lowered their heads and walked out. In a corner, the elderly tea house owner curled up, drawing a heavy breath from his smoke pipe, waiting for these people to finish their business before he'd go and tidy up the tables and chairs.
Li Yan's eyes swept over the room full of short axes and daggers, genuinely uncertain how to respond.
