The Procuress was a shrewd woman and could certainly tell there was an undertone in his words. She couldn't help but curse inwardly, "This arrest officer is a vampire. I just gave him so many silver notes, and he still wants me to pay for his subordinates' breakfast. His skin is really thick."
"Come, come, my dear brothers have worked hard! These silver notes are for you to have breakfast at the restaurant." Although she cursed inwardly a thousand times, her face showed no sign of dissatisfaction. With a smile, she pulled another silver note from her bosom and handed it to the arrest officer, "Please, Sir Constable, take your brothers to the restaurant for some breakfast."
"Hmm!"
Being such a people-pleaser, the arrest officer, his pockets now filled with silver notes, contentedly took his men and departed.
