"Keep your voice down!" The proprietress gave him a slap. "I've heard that martial artists have keen ears, don't let them hear us."
"Got it." The boss, feeling uncomfortable about not being able to make money, took a couple of puffs of tobacco and went back to his room.
Upstairs in the room, Yang Chuxia also hadn't slept, still waiting for news from Ye Liu and others.
Ye Liu only came back at the hour of Yin.
"Knock knock..."
"Knock knock..."
Yang Chuxia opened the door, and Ye Liu and another person came in.
"How did it go?"
Upon entering the room, Ye Liu urgently said, "Madam, you guessed right. There's a big problem with this town. I found a dozen children aged five to six years old locked up in an empty house at the edge of town. Several of the guards outside are people from the town. These children must have been brought from elsewhere."
"Are you sure they're from the town?"
