"Miss, should we follow them?" the maid asked Yi Qianqian.
Yi Qianqian glanced at Old Hong, who was still drinking beside her, and slightly shook her head, saying, "No need."
"If you stay here, I can't protect you," Old Hong said. "After all, someone paid me to mind my own business."
"Paid you?" The maid frowned, "Then we can also pay you to protect us."
"That's not possible," Old Hong replied. "As they say, first come, first served. Since I've already taken someone else's money, I can't take yours. In life, one must uphold integrity."
"Then... what would make you willing to protect us?" the maid asked again.
Old Hong took a sip of wine, chuckling as he said, "Nothing in particular, you just need to pray that the people from the Heavenly Killer Sect don't come after you."
Hearing this, the maid felt both angry and anxious, but didn't dare to say more.
After all, when Old Hong took action to teach those guards a lesson, he didn't hold back at all.
