The brothel master smiled satisfactorily.
He always welcomed a bit of bad blood in the house.
『Heh. Look at them.』
In his mind the abacus beads clicked rapidly.
『This feud is gold. Pure gold. Every time these two lock eyes the air gets thicker with killing intent. Desperation means stupid bids. Stupid bids mean my purse gets fatter. Once tonight is over I'll have enough to buy that abandoned three-courtyard estate on the east bank, tear it down, and build the biggest pleasure garden this side of Immortal Cloud City. This is absolutely perfect!』
He almost laughed out loud.
『And the best part? These so-called high officials and sect masters… they'll do anything to save face. Anything. They'll throw away mountains of gold just to avoid looking weak in front of their peers. Idiots. I don't even rate them as men anymore… just walking money vaults with too much pride and not enough sense. I'll bleed them dry.』
