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The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the streets still carried the chill of the previous night.

A scream from Ah Fu, the shop assistant, shattered the tranquility of the inn like a knife.

"what……"

Someone died...

The sound was sharp and shrill, shooting up from the lobby to the second floor and seeping into the cracks in the windows and doors of every guest room.

The guests were all startled awake. Some of the more short-tempered ones threw off their blankets and yelled, "Who's yelling like that so early in the morning? Can't a person get any sleep?!"

Some curious people put on a coat, pushed open the door, and peered downstairs to see what had happened.

Afu stood in the center of the hall, his face as white as paper, his legs trembling.

He pointed to something on the ground, his voice trembling, "I...I'm so sorry, esteemed guests, there's...a dead person lying in the lobby!"

Following his pointing finger, everyone looked and saw a rough burlap sack lying on the ground, loosely tied, revealing a human head. The face was bruised and swollen, almost unrecognizable, with dark circles under the eyes, a split mouth, and blood crusts covering half the face. Even more horrifying, the right ear was completely empty, leaving only a dried, blackened blood hole.

Even so, some people still recognized her.

"Isn't this the young master who lives in the superior room on the second floor, unit A?"

A businessman-looking customer leaned closer to examine the object closely, and suddenly gasped.

"Yes, yes, yes."

The scholar in the next room also clapped his hands.

"I remember now, he lives next door to me. I heard him walking around in his room last night."

"There was an older man with him."

They were like his attendants, always at his beck and call, quite loyal.

"That's what another middle-aged man said."

"Being beaten up like this, could it be that you've offended someone powerful?"

Someone muttered to themselves.

"He doesn't seem like a local; his clothes and manner of speaking are quite refined."

The merchant stroked his beard and lowered his voice.

"Could it be that they've run into enemies chasing them?"

"That was quite a blow!"

The scholar shook his head and sighed.

"you do not say!

Their ears were cut off!

What kind of deep-seated hatred is this?

"Look at this sack."

Then someone squatted down to take a look.

"It's not from our store; it's probably brought from outside."

"They knocked the person unconscious, put them in, and then threw them into the lobby."

The crowd discussed it animatedly, their words becoming increasingly bizarre and the situation increasingly murky.

Afu was still standing there in a daze, his body trembling like a leaf!

Someone gave him a push: "Hey buddy, what are you standing there for?"

"Go and inform your manager right now!"

Ah Fu suddenly realized what was happening and turned to run to the backyard. He slipped and almost fell, but he didn't care about the pain and got up to keep running.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Afu hurriedly arrived with the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper's surname was Zhou. He was in his forties, with a round, slightly chubby face. He always had a smile on his face and was a very shrewd and charming person.

But now the smile lines on his face had all turned into a worried look, and beads of sweat were pouring out of his forehead one after another, which he couldn't even wipe away with his sleeve.

He looked down and saw the person on the ground, and felt a surge of bad luck.

Then he thought again and became scared: if he really died in his shop, he would not only be held responsible, but he might also be involved in a murder case.

When the authorities come and shut down the shop to investigate, all his hard work over the past ten years will be for naught.

Manager Zhou took a deep breath, steadied himself, and ordered in a low voice, "Afu, go check if he's still breathing!"

Afu's face fell, his lips trembled, he wanted to speak but dared not.

The shopkeeper glared at him, and he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward, squatting down and trembling as he reached out to check the man's breath.

Everyone around held their breath; the lobby was so quiet that you could hear the candle wick popping.

A moment later, the tension on Afu's face suddenly eased, and he raised his head, his voice filled with relief as if he had survived a disaster: "Shopkeeper, he... he's still breathing!"

He's not dead, he just fainted.

However… this injury looks quite serious.

Upon hearing this, Manager Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense shoulders relaxed by half an inch.

After a moment's thought, he immediately ordered, "Afu, go to this young master's room and see if his attendants are there."

Perhaps he is unaware of this situation.

He wondered to himself if this young master had run away last night to do something shameful and had been caught and punished like this.

Young people are full of vigor and passion; they might end up sleeping with someone else's wife or offending a rich young lady they shouldn't have.

Afu responded and turned to run upstairs.

He was running so fast that he almost missed a step while going upstairs. He finally made it to the stairwell and bumped right into someone.

"Ouch!"

The visitor was none other than Liu Wei.

He was dressed in a dark gray short-sleeved shirt, and his back was ramrod straight, clearly indicating that he was a martial artist.

He stood there looking down at him, frowning, and said, "Waiter, what are you doing, being so reckless?"

What happened next?

What are so many people doing gathered there?

Liu Wei was also awakened by the scream. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall back asleep. Feeling hungry, he got up and decided to go downstairs to find something to eat.

He was still in pain all over his body, although not as much as last night, but it still hurt.

The waiter bumped into me, and my mood worsened!

Afu took a breath, looked up and saw Liu Wei, and was both anxious and embarrassed: "Guest...sir, you've come at the perfect time!"

"I was just about to go and get you!"

"Oh, what did you call me for?"

"Your young master was beaten by someone and left in the main hall, seriously injured!"

You should go and take a look!

Upon hearing this, Liu Wei's expression changed drastically, his pupils contracted sharply, and without waiting for Afu to say another word, he reached out and pushed him aside, then leaped down from the second floor to the lobby.

The movement of her clothes stirred up a gust of wind, yet she landed lightly and silently, demonstrating her considerable skill.

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

He shouted, his voice carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The crowd stepped aside, making way for them.

The man looked fierce and menacing, and they were all somewhat afraid.

Liu Wei rushed to the sack in three strides and looked down at it.

In that instant, he felt as if half of his blood had turned cold, his mind went blank, his vision went black, and he almost lost his balance.

He staggered, his knees almost buckling, but he managed to stay upright.

"Young master... young master..."

His voice trembled as he crouched down, frantically untied the rope at the top of the sack, and carefully moved the person inside out.

Xie Jingxing frowned, his face was ashen, and a trace of dark red blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He moved slightly, his lips trembling, uttering a very soft and weak word: "It hurts..."

Though the voice was soft, it was like a knife piercing Liu Wei's heart.

Liu Wei's eyes narrowed, his throat tightened, and then he raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Manager Zhou like a knife. His voice was low and urgent: "Manager, please help me get a doctor. The best doctor, money is no problem."

The shopkeeper nodded quickly and turned to give instructions to Afu.

Liu Wei took a deep breath, steadied his hands, and carefully lifted Xie Jingxing out of the sack.

Xie Jingxing's body was as limp as a ball of cotton, completely devoid of his usual dignified composure. His right leg hung at an unnatural angle, and with each movement, the unconscious man would let out a muffled groan.

Liu Wei gritted his teeth, held the person firmly in his arms, and carried them up to the second floor, bringing them back to room A.