Looking at the bartender collapsed on the ground, his face full of fear and legs trembling, Yan Feishuang frowned with a look of helplessness. This bartender usually did well at the bar and was quite obedient. Without her permission, he would never set foot on the second floor of the bar.
But now, thanks to Ye Tianfan's encouragement, not only did he go to the second floor, but he also happened to witness her dealing with a corpse. This intense shock and terror had completely frightened him out of his wits.
"Don't... don't kill me... I... I didn't see anything, I won't say anything." The bartender stammered nervously, shaken by the bloody scene he had just witnessed, fearing that Yan Feishuang might kill him to silence him.
At this moment, Yan Feishuang cast a resentful glance at Ye Tianfan, clearly meaning: Look what you've done, now what?
