Xu Laifu didn't know why Ji Huan's expression had suddenly changed, nor why she wanted to tie up a stranger, but he did as she said. He seized the old Daoist, half-carrying and half-dragging the man behind the counter.
Zhou, quick on the uptake, brought over a rope. The two worked in concert, forcing the old Daoist into a chair and tying him up tightly. The knots were incredibly secure.
"Hey? Hey? What are you doing in broad daylight! You can't be planning to rob and murder me!"
Ji Huan walked up and stood before him, her gaze sweeping over the man from head to toe.
"You're destitute. Do you look like you have any money to steal?"
The old Daoist fumed, "That was a low blow!"
Ji Huan crossed her arms and sneered. "I respect my elders. I won't hit you in the face. I'm going to take your life."
"You… you, what do you… Help! Someone, help me! There's a murderer… Mmph! Mmph mmph!"
