The inn's runner had a look of nonchalant impudence, which instantly caused Feng Yi to gradually lose his smile. A fire ignited in his heart, anger rising from within and evil thoughts creeping to the edge of his courage. Suddenly, he grabbed the corner of the runner's clothes, and then reached for the weapon at his groin.
"What, you're thinking of drawing your sword?" The disdain in the runner's eyes towards Feng Yi intensified. On second thought, he wondered, is this guy about to publicly draw a gun? He had no interest in men, cute as the other may be.
The next second, a wad of cash was stealthily passed over.
Upon seeing this, the runner's expression paused momentarily. It turned out to be Federal Coin, and his cold face suddenly bloomed like a radiant chrysanthemum, baring his yellow teeth as he ushered Feng Yi into a private room. It seemed he was willing to engage in some self-deprecating business dealings for the sake of money.
