The young attendant happily arrived at the kitchen. Bao Miler, the owner of the Eighty Electronic Bookstore, asked, "Have they had their drinks?" "Yes, they've had quite a few," the attendant smiled. "By now, they've gone through half the pot. The man drinks more than the woman, so I'd say he'll be drunk soon." "That's excellent," Bao Miler said. "Have their dishes been sufficient? With the cold and hot dishes combined, there are about seven or eight courses—should be enough for two people." The attendant's expression darkened. "I'm afraid not. That man is extremely hungry. When I came here, most of the dishes had already been consumed!" Bao Miler was surprised. "Really that hungry? Well, then, I'll prepare a few more dishes for them. If the food runs out, the drinks will surely be put on hold!" Just as Bao Miler was about to start cooking, the attendant stepped in first and said, "Master, there's something I'd like to discuss with you!" "What is it?" Bao Miler asked. The young attendant grew somewhat bashful, saying with a lecherly smile, "A girl so beautifully built—wouldn't it be a pity if we just sliced her down like a log?" The plump Maitreya's face tightened. "What do you intend to do? I warn you—our business is one of integrity. We take wealth and lives, not just property. We don't rob or harm people in the way of mere romance. If you're going to enjoy yourself, and then hesitate to kill her, won't that turn you into a liability?" The attendant quickly interjected, "Master, I've already thought this through. We have a dungeon, don't we? And there are over a dozen捆仙 ropes. How could she possibly escape? After all, she's the first beauty of our cultivation world. Without giving her a proper night on the bed, it would truly be a waste. I promise you, nothing will go wrong. At the time of distribution, I'll simply take an extra two-tenths of the share—will that be acceptable?" Maitreya thought it was indeed wise—such a lovely girl, to kill her would be truly a shame. So he smiled and said, "The young attendant was enthusiastic: 'Of course! We're good brothers—when there's money, we all share it; when there's a lovely lady, we all enjoy her company!' Qin Feng spoke a bit stammering, having drunk quite a bit. Moreover, he declined to use his spiritual energy to counteract the alcohol, feeling it would be a great pity to let such excellent wine be consumed by his energy. Lin Beauty was not satisfied—she had also consumed quite a few cups, and now felt dizzy and uncomfortable. She quietly drew out a clarity scroll and placed it on her leg; instantly, a sense of clarity emerged, and her dizziness eased. After applying a second one, she felt even more alert. She also gently applied two scrolls to Qin Feng, as they would need to rise early tomorrow. Before the young attendant returned, the two had already made their way to their room. A few minutes later, upon seeing the guests gone, his first action was to lift the wine pitcher—now completely empty. The Zui Xian wine has a particularly strong aftertaste; once someone drinks it and lies down, they immediately fall into a deep sleep, vulnerable to whatever happens next. A loud creaking sound came from the upper floor, and the young attendant looked up, murmuring to himself, "Enjoy it, enjoy it! One more round—then your woman will be mine! Hahahaha!" He had waited on the ground floor for over an hour, yet the sound from above never ceased. "That young man is quite extraordinary," the attendant remarked, based on his own experience—typically, a man would only last a few minutes with a woman. Yet this man, having drunk so much Zui Xian wine, managed to go on for over an hour. How strong was that? The plump Mílè, growing impatient, approached and asked, "How's it going?" The attendant gestured upward, saying, "The sound just stopped—let's wait a bit longer!" Mílè chuckled, "For someone who's had wine, maintaining such stamina is quite taxing on the body!" After a while, the two, each holding their weapons, moved quietly up the stairs. After a long period of "movement," combined with the effect of the prior clear-spirit charm, Qin's wine buzz had essentially subsided, and he now was awake to an astonishing degree. He immediately noticed the soft footsteps coming up the stairs. He found it puzzling—why go out of their way to make such quiet steps? Was it to avoid disturbing the guests? After all, this was their own domain. If guests were disturbed, what could they say? Lin, the beautiful woman, had already fallen asleep—not due to the wine, but from sheer exhaustion. Qin listened intently as the two outside figures soon reached the door and paused briefly. The plump monk lowered his voice and said, "As always, I'll handle the throat-cutting; you take care of erasing the other person's cultivation. Once the man is taken care of, we'll tie up the woman together!" "Got it. This isn't the first time we've done this—we're well practiced." The young attendant replied. Man, this is a black hole of a restaurant. Qin was so startled that he broke into a cold sweat. Lin, my dear, we've ended up in a black sheep inn. You said that Pang Mili was kind-hearted and well-liked among the cultivators—how could it be that we knew him so well on the surface but not at all in reality? Fortunately, I didn't fall asleep; otherwise, we'd have died without a clue. The two of them exchanged glances and nodded in unison. The young attendant pushed the door open, and Pang Mili rushed in with a swift stride, his dagger gleaming with a sharp, cold light. Qin Dashi carried Lin Beauty into the small tripod, thus escaping the peril. Lin Beauty slept deeply and soundly. He had intended to wake her, but then decided against it—after all, such matters were precisely what a man should handle. She was already exhausted; even if she had come along, she wouldn’t have made much difference. He summoned a comfortable bed from his nari-jia and gently placed her upon it before finally leaving the small tripod. Outside, the Plump Maitreya lit the oil lamps. On the wooden bed, there was nothing but the bedding. “What’s going on?” he exclaimed in surprise. “We clearly saw someone enter, yet when the action began, no one was there!” “Indeed,” the second attendant also found it puzzling. “Just a moment ago, he was clearly facing us, summoning the fire dragons—how could he vanish so suddenly?” “Trouble.” "Pang Mili slammed the table and said, 'They must have some kind of divine artifact. If they keep spreading the word that our place is a black shop, then indeed, we'll be in for a complete downfall. The people we've killed will one by one rise up to testify!'"