He knew this man was not someone to be trifled with. He had heard it from that person.
That person had also warned him that unless absolutely necessary, it was best not to provoke the owner of this inn.
Ford's figure remained locked in a standoff at the doorway. Outside, rain continued to fall in a soft, persistent drizzle, blown by the wind across nearly a meter of ground beyond the threshold. The moisture splashed inward, dampening the carapace fly's back.
Ford's voice was cold and rigid.
"I don't want to disturb you either, Boss Luo. It's this snake who refuses to come outside with me. How about this—if you drag him out for me, I'll leave immediately. What do you say?"
The scar-faced man hesitated, not moving.
Instead, the man beside him let out a chuckle, grinning as he said casually,
"Sure. Your words, not mine. I'm strong—I'll go pull him out."
