Thus, in the grand hall of the Mysterious Soldiers Sect, the people from the Town Martial Office were seated on the left; the three esteemed guests who were invited along with the elders of the Mysterious Soldiers Sect were on the right.
At the head of the table sat Xie Dezhao, who warmly hosted Zhang San and others.
After the third round of drinks and the fifth course of dishes,
Xie Dezhao put down his wine cup and gave Zhang San a ceremonial bow.
"Mr. Zhang San, may I know why the Town Martial Office has brought so many people to our Mysterious Soldiers Sect? Are you here for some sort of inspection? Rest assured, if there are issues on our part, I will certainly correct them!"
Xie Dezhao intentionally left himself vulnerable in his remark, hoping that Zhang San would take the easy route, find any excuse, and make the whole affair a mere formality before leaving.
This would be good for everyone.
