About two hours later, the noise and fighting outside gradually subsided until even the faintest footsteps could no longer be heard outside the room.

Apart from Mu Tou Ge, who was still resting in bed, Chuan Liu and the others quietly opened the door and checked the situation outside.

The hall was a mess, with broken bowls and plates, scattered chopsticks, overturned tables and chairs, and marks left by wooden sticks, all indicating the intensity of the battle that had just taken place.

However, the figures of Chen Qingmo and Erhu, who were among the first to witness the chaotic battle, have disappeared.

"Where are those people?"

Sister Hua looked around cautiously and asked with a question in her mind.

Chuanliu noticed a large patch of rainwater at the entrance of the hotel, indicating that the door had been opened before.

Did they chase after them?

Chuanliu's conjecture was quickly confirmed.

Seeing that she didn't see Erhu and the others, Sister Hua mustered her courage and shouted loudly, "Boss? Is anyone there? Boss, are you still there?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a loud noise was heard coming from behind the front desk.

The three ran to the front desk and saw that a hidden door in the wooden floor behind the front desk had been lifted up.

Immediately afterwards, a strong beam of light shot out from the hidden door, so bright that the three of them had to squint.

Once everyone's eyes adjusted to the light inside, they saw the innkeeper cautiously climbing up the ladder.

The innkeeper lowered his voice and asked, "They haven't come back, have they?"

Sister Hua shook her head, "There's no one left in the shop." Then she helped the owner up.

"What terrible luck! How did I end up in this mess?! Ten people, all of them ran away! I should have collected the money first and then given them the keys! Who am I supposed to ask for all this rent money from now..."

The boss muttered to himself as he patted the dust off his clothes.

When he looked at the post-war situation outside the front desk, he gasped and almost fainted.

"Uh—my shop!"

The innkeeper stormed to the front door, flung it open, and circled the entire inn, yelling outside, "Chase them! Fight them! Kill them! Try to skip out on your bill! You bastards! May you all be struck by lightning!"

However, apart from the torrential rain pouring down on his face, he received no response.

It seems those people really left.

Chuanliu couldn't help but wonder, could she really be overthinking things? But how could such a coincidence happen in the world?

She still didn't believe it.

Mo Qingchen may have already discovered that the previous assassin was dead.

He, as the next assassin to "take over," had already lurked around her to gather intelligence and observe.

However, Chuanliu still hasn't figured out his purpose in deliberately provoking "Two of Spades".

Perhaps... Mo Qingchen wanted to portray himself as a victim?

But how could he be sure that this would allow him to get closer to him?

At this moment, the boss, who was soaked to the bone, walked back looking disheveled.

He slammed the door shut, grumbling as he tidied up the mess on the floor, "They only bully me. I have to do multiple jobs every day and serve them like I'm a king. Ugh!"

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he said to the three people standing to the side, "Will you gentlemen be staying at our inn tonight?"

Chuanliu and Hua Jie nodded.

The boss immediately ran to the front desk, took out the ledger, and said, "Then please pay for tonight's room. It's the same as last night, 1,000 yuan."

"good."

Without hesitation, Sister Hua paid the money first.

Then she said to the shop owner, "Could you please make some more food? Also, my husband is injured and needs some disinfectant."

The boss nodded. "As long as the money is there, everything else is negotiable. I'll deliver the goods to your room in a bit."

Sister Hua breathed a sigh of relief and went back to her room.

The boss's gaze then turned to Chuanliu, but the latter hesitated to make any further moves.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but say, "Sir, it's your turn to pay."

At this moment, Chuanliu's gaze was fixed on the direction where Sister Hua had left. She turned back and refused, saying, "One thousand yuan is too expensive. Don't we get a discount for staying for two days? Besides, something like this happened at your shop, and it affected us too. My boyfriend was also beaten. Please give us a discount."

The shop owner didn't hesitate for long before nodding, "Okay, how about I give you a 20% discount?"

"50% off".

"30% off".

"40% off".

"make a deal!"

"Thank you, boss." Chuanliu smiled.

The inn returned to silence, with the occasional sound of tables and chairs being dragged from the lobby, presumably the owner rearranging things.

Chuanliu and Zhuiming lay in bed resting. After sunset today, the liaisons of "Dark Gate" in the Cube City would discover that the previous assassin was dead.

In this way, regardless of whether Chen Qingmo is Mo Qingchen or not, the next assassin will receive the news and then search for her whereabouts to prepare to take action.

Time passed second by second, and the sky outside gradually turned from blue to black.

The sound of rain also diminished considerably as night fell.

A light rain was falling outside, and puddles dripped down with the second hand of the clock.

The hands of the clock moved from 10 to 12, then back to 1, and everything seemed to return to calm.

"Knock knock knock, knock knock knock".

Suddenly, there was a series of urgent knocks on the door. The person outside seemed very anxious, pounding on the wooden door repeatedly.

Chuanliu and Zhuiming opened their eyes at the same time.

"Who?" Chuanliu asked.

Sister Hua's voice, trembling with tears, came from the other side of the door, "Xiao Ni, it's me! Something terrible has happened! My husband has suddenly developed a high fever, and his temperature just won't come down!"

Chuanliu gave Zhuiming a hand gesture, and Zhuiming drew his dagger and stood behind the door, while she opened the door.

Only Sister Hua was outside the door. The woman's eyes were swollen from crying, and she sobbed as she pulled Chuan Liu up, saying, "Please come and help me, I really have no idea what to do."

Zhuiming finally came out and stood behind Chuanliu, still maintaining his image as a taciturn boyfriend.

Chuanliu asked, "You were fine before, how come you suddenly have a fever?"

The woman shook her head. "I don't know either. The wound has been disinfected, and I gave Brother Wood the medicine the boss gave me, but his fever is getting higher and higher, sob sob..."

Chuanliu frowned and asked, "Where is the boss?"

The woman shook her head again. "I searched for ages but couldn't find it. There was no one in the room where the boss lived either."

As the two women talked, they arrived at Sister Hua's room.

Wood lay stiffly on the bed, motionless, just as his name suggested. His face was flushed, as if he were in great pain, his features contorted in agony.

Zhuiming reached out to touch the wooden head's forehead, then nodded to Chuanliu.

It is indeed very hot.

Could there be something wrong with the medicine the boss gave us?

The thought flashed through Chuanliu's mind.

Suddenly, she remembered something and asked Sister Hua, "Did you look for the secret passage behind the reception desk where the boss hid today?"