The man saw Yang Fan not speak, sitting there continuing to drink and eat, slowly stood up, instinctively feeling this person was not simple.
"Enjoy your meal." The man turned and walked away. In this Naihe City, some people are not to be provoked; those without ability dare not come in.
This person so young, swaggering in, must not be without skill.
An hour later, a full Yang Fan stood up, placing fifty taels of silver on the table.
The waiter appeared again: "Sir, as agreed, one hundred taels."
Yang Fan walked over, picked up the silver on the table: "Alright, since it's one hundred taels, I won't leave a single one behind."
"Sir, you..."
The earlier strike with the sword sheath had bewildered the waiter; he dared not provoke further.
The middle-aged man appeared again: "Sir, this is an inn; since you ate and drank, you should pay."
