The inn waiter's face, already pale with tension, was now trembling violently, as if even speaking had become an extraordinary struggle. Stuttering, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "Pa... patron, what are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about?" Zhang Jingyun's gaze was as cold as frost. A smile devoid of the slightest warmth crept onto the corner of his mouth as he continued, "Before I left, did I not tell you clearly that if any of you dared harbor the slightest malicious thought, I would kill every last one of you?"
"Did you take me for a fool?"
Chapter 71