The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

The inn's lobby was a mess, with the crisp sound of an abacus ringing out.

"Pat-pat, pat, pat."

Su Yaoyao's hands moved quickly across the golden abacus beads.

She sat upright on the small stool.

His young face was very serious.

Before her, the proprietress and a dozen burly men wearing only floral shorts knelt on the ground, trembling.

The cool morning breeze blew in through the broken door.

The bandits, their noses running from the cold, huddled together in a ball.

They looked at the little girl.

The contempt and greed from the previous night were gone from his eyes.

It was filled with fear and despair.

"It's all calculated."

Su Yaoyao stopped.

He picked up a brush and drew a circle on the account book.

She cleared her throat.

He picked up the long bill and read it aloud with dramatic intonation.

"Last night you suddenly kicked down the door, causing my father and me severe fright. Is it unreasonable for you to pay 100,000 taels of silver as compensation for this shock?"

The scarred-faced waiter kneeling on the ground raised his head, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets: "One hundred thousand taels?!"

Su Yaoyao ignored him and continued reading.

"Your actions of brandishing knives and shouting threats in the middle of the night have severely damaged the fragile mental health of my daughter and me. We demand 200,000 taels of silver in compensation for emotional distress."

"Furthermore, you poisoned the tea, even though it was substandard counterfeit medicine, which still constitutes attempted murder for profit, and you are subject to a fine of 300,000 taels for breach of contract."

The proprietress felt dizzy and her lips trembled.

But Su Yaoyao wasn't finished.

She pointed to the dozen or so half-naked, muscular men in front of her, her face showing a pained expression.

"This is the most serious one!"

"You grown men, with your slicked-back hair and hairy legs, are actually dancing the hula naked in the lobby!"

"I'm only eight years old! My innocent and pure eyes have suffered devastating visual pollution and psychological trauma!"

"I'll give you a discount on the eye cleaning and follow-up treatment costs: 500,000 taels!"

Su Yaoyao slammed the ledger shut and looked down at everyone with a smile.

"All the expenses added up, rounded down, totaled one million one hundred thousand taels of silver."

"Gentlemen, shall we pay in cash or with bank drafts?"

The lobby was deathly silent.

All that remained was the sound of the cold wind blowing through the hall.

The proprietress stood there stunned for a full ten seconds before bursting into tears.

"One million one hundred thousand taels?! You might as well just kill us all!"

The proprietress pointed to the wall upstairs that had been blasted through and the hidden compartment on the ground that had been pried open, and cried her heart out.

"You took all 100,000 taels of government silver that I hid in the crack in the wall!"

"You've dug up all the gold bars in the hidden compartments, the land deeds in the accounting office, and even the copper coins under the pigsty in the backyard!"

"My inn can't even find a complete chamber pot right now, where am I supposed to find 1.1 million taels of silver for you!"

A dozen or so burly men also wept bitterly.

They don't even have the money to buy a piece of clothing now!

Su Yaoyao not only robbed them of all their money, but also tried to settle accounts with them. It's outrageous!

"Hey, you can't say that."

Su Yaoyao shook her short index finger.

"The gold and silver treasures upstairs are the loot you robbed. If I take them, that's called confiscating illegal gains."

"The issue I'm discussing with you now is called civil compensation. These are two different things. Don't you understand the law?"

The proprietress trembled with rage, glaring at the devilish little girl through gritted teeth.

"No money! I have no money, but you can take my life!"

"If you have the guts, kill us all today and see if you can escape the authorities' pursuit once you cross the border of the Great Yan Kingdom!"

The proprietress simply gave up and went all out.

He stubbornly refused to admit his mistake and started acting like a scoundrel.

Since she was going to die anyway, she wasn't going to put up with this humiliation.

Just then.

Su Zhen, who had been standing silently to the side, slowly stepped forward.

He somehow acquired a butcher's knife.

The blade was still stained with the blood he had left behind when he casually killed a chicken in the kitchen.

Blood dripped from the blade onto the wooden floor, making a chilling "plop" sound.

Su Zhen didn't speak, but looked down at the proprietress.

He unleashed the terrifying pressure emanating from him, a pressure that stemmed from his long-standing control over life and death.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

That wasn't the killing intent of an ordinary martial arts master.

It is the true imperial power that treats human life as worthless.

Su Zhen toyed with the bloodstained knife in his hand, casually flicking his wrist.

With a "whoosh" sound!

The heavy butcher's knife became a blur.

It flew past the proprietress's cheek.

"Take it!"

The blade was deeply embedded in a mahogany post near the proprietress's ear, and the handle vibrated violently, emitting a buzzing sound.

A few strands of hair, cut off, floated lightly onto the landlady's shoulder.

If she were even an inch off, her head would be split in two like a watermelon.

The proprietress's pupils contracted sharply, and her breathing stopped.

She could clearly feel the chill of death.

A warm liquid flowed down her thigh, pooling on the wooden floor.

"Don't want to die?"

Su Zhen's voice was low and hoarse, like a death warrant from hell.

"I...I'm a very reasonable person. Since you have no money, then repay me with your body."

Upon hearing the words "sexual repayment," the proprietress and the dozen or so burly men turned pale with fright and kowtowed, begging for mercy.

Su Yaoyao timely took out a thick stack of Xuan paper from her small handbag and handed it over with a smile.

"Don't be nervous, we are legitimate businessmen, we don't do anything illegal or disorderly."

"Since you can't come up with 1.1 million taels right now, that's fine, we support installment payments."

Su Yaoyao shook the paper in her hand; it was filled with neatly written clauses.

"This is a ten-year installment contract for protection fees paid monthly."

"From today onwards, your Dragon Gate Inn is officially acquired by me and will become my first overseas branch."

"All of you are my unofficial employees."

"Ninety percent of the inn's monthly net profit must be transferred to the bank I designate on time, and the remaining ten percent is left for you to drink porridge."

"No holidays, no leave allowed, 365 days a year. The fine will double for every day you are late."

Su Yaoyao slammed the contract in front of the proprietress and handed her a box of inkpad.

"Come on, sign and put your fingerprints on the document, and we'll be family."

The proprietress felt dizzy as she looked at the contract, which was practically a servitude agreement.

Her century-old black shop, which she had painstakingly run for ten years, was not only completely looted in the blink of an eye, but she also had to work for someone else for ten years for nothing!

What kind of human suffering is this?

They are more vicious than the devil!

However, when she looked up and met Su Zhen's cold eyes, her rebellious thoughts vanished.

To survive, the proprietress trembled as she smeared red ink on her hands.

With tears of humiliation, he pressed his fingerprint on the contract.

A dozen or so men lined up, their faces long and mournful, and each one signed their name.

After putting away the contract, Su Yaoyao clapped her hands in satisfaction.

"Very good, keep up the good work from now on. When I, the boss, eat meat, I will definitely let you smell the aroma."

The proprietress slumped to the ground, looking at the robber-like father and daughter, feeling resentful.

She couldn't let it go like this; she had to get rid of these two jinxes and use someone else to do her dirty work.

To demonstrate her loyalty and shift the blame, the proprietress suddenly looked up, her face full of flattery, and crawled forward two steps.

"Young Miss, Young Master, now that I am your servant, there is something I must report to you!"

The proprietress swallowed hard, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously.

"If you leave our town and head north, there is a necessary road about 50 miles ahead."

"That place is called Yama's Canyon, a natural fortress."

Su Yaoyao raised an eyebrow: "Oh? And then?"

A glint of malice flashed in the proprietress's eyes as she continued her vivid description.

"In the canyon, thousands of truly ruthless bandits are entrenched! That's the largest bandit force in our Great Yan Kingdom, called Yama's Stronghold!"

"They're not like us, engaging in petty skirmishes. Those people kill without blinking an eye and devour people without spitting out the bones!"

"Their leader is an even more terrifying expert, said to possess immense strength and be impervious to swords and spears."

As the proprietress spoke, she carefully observed the expressions of the father and daughter.

"I heard rumors last night that the spies from Yanwang Village have been eyeing your glittering golden carriage for a while now."

"They've definitely laid a trap in the canyon by now, just waiting for you two to walk right into it!"

The proprietress secretly gloated, "Go on, hurry up and go to Yama's Canyon."

If these two get surrounded by thousands of people, they'll definitely be hacked to pieces, leaving not even a bone fragment!

At that point, this damn contract will naturally be null and void.

After listening to the proprietress's report, the lobby fell into a brief silence.

Su Zhen touched the fake beard stuck to his chin and frowned.

Although he was arrogant and considered himself the best martial artist in the world, he still had his daughter with him.

Several thousand well-equipped, well-positioned outlaws are indeed a considerable problem.

"A large mountain stronghold with several thousand people? Sounds like a tough nut to crack."

The tyrant father turned his head and looked at Su Yaoyao, who was sitting on a small stool, speaking in a consultative tone.

"Honey, this situation looks a bit murky. Should we play it safe and take a detour?"

Hearing her father's question, Su Yaoyao stopped fiddling with the abacus.

She looked up, her cute little face showing not a trace of fear or worry.

Her clear, large eyes shone like two high-powered searchlights.

I'm even more excited than when I saw the BRICS last night.

"Take a detour? Dad, it's a mountain stronghold with thousands of people!"

"This carriage isn't bright enough. Let's add some more lighting so they don't miss us!"