"Arrest him, take him to the Lord Mansion, and seal off the shop," the burly man furrowed his brows and waved his hands without hesitation.
As soon as he finished speaking, his men immediately began to clumsily make their move.
The diners in the shop had all run off, leaving the servers hiding among the onlookers outside, not daring to show themselves.
Hu Tu's face turned pale, instantly losing his composure.
Seeing someone coming to arrest him, he subconsciously struggled, but before he could break free, he was hit with a dull blow to his back.
Hu Tu staggered from the blow, his mind slightly foggy, his steps unsteady, nearly falling over.
Fortunately, someone came down the stairs and reached out to steady him.
"Is it just some silver that was lost? Pay it back, and that's the end of it. Why resort to beating?" Yuan Ming supported him and moved to one side, looking toward those fierce and evil personal soldiers of the Lord Mansion.
