After a moment of thought, Du Youqian, confident he could handle any emergency and unafraid of the government, went and opened the door.
The waiter who had been calling at the door first smiled at Du Youqian. Then, he abruptly noticed the bloodstains inside the room. His eyes shifted, landed on the corpse, and he was just about to scream.
Beside him was a man with a full, bushy beard and a large potbelly, about forty years old. He held a Yanling Saber and was dressed like a typical rough and burly man of the Jianghu.
However, the Jinyiwei waist token he let dangle 'casually' from his waist betrayed his identity.
With quick eyes and even quicker hands, he jabbed the waiter under the ribs with the hilt of his Yanling Saber. The waiter gasped, sucking in a sharp breath and swallowing his scream.
"Keep your voice down," the bearded Jinyiwei whispered.
The man behind him, presumably his superior, had a fair complexion. He possessed a lean, athletic build—trim but not bulky.
