"Good, that's the way. I just prefer you to tell the truth in front of me, don't even think about deceiving me!"
The Second Son of Yan Family said to the refined man.
The refined man felt a tightness in his chest, and for no reason, a deep fear of the Second Son of Yan Family emerged.
"I wouldn't dare deceive you, Young Master!"
The Second Son of Yan Family believed him, because the refined man's words carried a taste of life-and-death desperation, words that can only be uttered in absolute despair. This method of coercing people wasn't new to the Second Son of Yan Family; it wasn't his first, nor would it be his second time.
Tang Rao and Bei Lin found the second inn and similarly checked in. As they were leaving, they heard a commotion coming from downstairs.
"You don't have the Number One Heaven Room? I don't care who booked it, if that room isn't vacated for me today, I'll make them regret it!"
