Qin Ziwen glanced at the four of them and said bluntly, "If you suspect this is a crooked inn, you're free to leave. I won't stop you."
Seeing the Shopkeeper act so boldly, the three constables were a bit surprised.
One of the constables looked displeased and was about to lash out, but Di Wu slammed a hand on the table and roared with laughter. "Haha! Shopkeeper, you're a straightforward man! It was I, Di Wu, who misjudged a gentleman by my own petty standards."
Qin Ziwen said, "My shop just opened, so there's not much to eat. I only have some smoked and cured meat, but I do have several jars of wine."
Di Wu took a small Silver Yuanbao from his waist and slapped it on the table. "Bring plenty of that smoked meat, and a few jars of wine! We're drinking our fill today."
A constable beside him hesitated. "Di Wu, we're still on official business. Should we really be drinking?"
