Yu Dahai stood at the entrance of the inn's main hall.
His face was as black as charcoal.
Mu Shuangshuang, who followed him in, also had an unpleasant expression.
She casually picked up the bone-cutting knife tossed to the ground and charged forward.
The man at the back was forcibly pulled down by her.
The others reacted, raising axes to fight Mu Shuangshuang. Mu Shuangshuang swung the back of the bone-cutting knife, causing the man holding the axe to scream in pain.
Then, clutching his aching but unbloodied foot, he directly rolled down the stairs.
"Shuangshuang, catch this—"
Yu Dahai, from who knows where, found a hemp rope and tossed it to Mu Shuangshuang.
Mu Shuangshuang caught the hemp rope, tossed aside the bone-cutting knife, and looked at the troublemakers with a changed expression.
Mu Shuangshuang threw the hemp rope, lassoed a man's neck, and dragged him down from the second floor.
