The Shopkeeper had just gotten out of bed when he heard a commotion outside. Before he could even put on his shoes, he was pinned down by ferocious constables.
"Tie him up."
Zhao Lin kept a hand on the axe at his waist, his eyes fixed on the Shopkeeper's every move.
The Shopkeeper didn't resist, allowing the constables to bind him securely.
"Officer, you look rather familiar," the Shopkeeper said, looking at Zhao Lin calmly, showing no signs of panic.
"You're the one people shouldn't judge by appearances!"
Zhao Lin said coldly, "Start talking. How many exits does the secret passage beneath this inn have, and where do they lead?"
"What secret passage?" The Shopkeeper looked completely lost.
Liang Song walked to the side of the bed, lifted the mattress and blankets, and moved aside the bed boards to reveal a hole about two feet wide.
The Shopkeeper glanced at it once before turning his head away.
