Downstairs, all of Frank's men were disarmed, one by one tied together.
The tavern owner obediently knelt on the ground.
Gang Le threw Frank down,
"Keep an eye on them for me!"
"Yes, Lord Gang Le!"
The soldier took a thick hemp rope and bound Frank's legs, arms, and hands.
Knights should be given at least some respect.
Tightening the binding hemp rope was the best respect.
Gang Le lifted the tavern owner with one hand and dragged him directly to the kitchen,
"Spare me, Master!"
Gang Le held the old man tightly in his arms, his palm patting the tavern owner's slightly trembling shoulder from fear.
"Alright, stop pretending."
The tavern owner gave a awkward smile, "I was just afraid that someone would find out we're in league..."
"You did a good job."
Gang Le grinned and said, "Don't worry, your achievements will be credited to your family."
Originally, Gang Le had planned to withdraw, but changed his mind upon discovering Frank's scouts.
