Chapter 941: Chapter 669: Familiar Principles_3
A woman about 30 years old sat at the head of the table, wearing a white cheongsam, ordinary-looking with a slight upward curve at the corners of her lips, decorated by a black mole.
On the other three chairs sat two men and one woman, all wearing masks like Yang Xiao, all adorned with the You Character Mask. Yang Xiao immediately confirmed their identities as the other three speakers of Xiang Ma Town.
At the moment, including the woman at the head, all eyes were on Yang Xiao. Daoist Qingfeng, as if nobody else was present, sat down on the chair to the left of the head. Yang Xiao then walked to the last empty chair left on the left side of the table and sat down.
The man sitting opposite Yang Xiao wore a floral shirt and was rather slim; a scorpion tattoo adorned his wrist. The man scrutinized Yang Xiao frankly, and suddenly snickered, "So this is the new Pingxi Marquis. I’ve been in this town for a long time and have never heard of someone like you."
"The waters are deep here in town; there’s much you don’t know." Yang Xiao knew that he couldn’t afford to be lenient in his communications with these folks; the more he conceded, the more trouble would come knocking.
The man in the shirt, caught off-guard, was about to retort but was interrupted by a "giggle giggle giggle" laugh. The woman sitting next to Yang Xiao covered her mouth, laughing uncontrollably.
The woman was wearing a fitted grey suit on the outside, but inside the unbuttoned suit was an extremely delicately beaded bralette. Below... Yang Xiao briefly glanced; her lower body was obscured by the suit’s hem, making it appear as though she wore nothing, revealing her long legs crossed over each other, with a nude-colored high heel dangling precariously from her toes.
"I really like this new neighbor of ours, little brother, how about visiting your sister’s house tonight? Sister will give you her life." The woman turned her head, her eyes under the mask fixated on Yang Xiao, casually kicking off her high heel, and lightly caressed Yang Xiao’s toe with the tip of her foot unabashedly.
"Nan’an, you promiscuous woman, one of my brothers was deceived by you and was literally drained dry." The burly man sitting to the left of the head laughed heartily, not feeling any anger at his brother’s death.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems you’ve already acquainted yourselves," said the woman at the head dispassionately, her expression neither sad nor joyful, "The former Pingxi Marquis was murdered at home, and the murderer has been executed by Ghost Slave. After the selection by Peace Hotel, a new Pingxi Marquis has been appointed. I hope you four will make every effort to maintain the prosperity of Xiang Ma Town."
"What makes him equal to us three?" The man in the floral shirt glared at Yang Xiao, "Moreover, the former Pingxi Marquis is hardly cold, and a successor has already been chosen. Isn’t this too hasty? Also, who exactly was the murderer, and why was the former Pingxi Marquis killed? These must be explained, otherwise didn’t my brother die in vain?!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao realized that this man was the brother of the former Pingxi Marquis; no wonder he was unfriendly. He probably sensed that there was something fishy about the death of Pingxi Marquis, hence his targeting of Yang Xiao.
To be exact, he was making an issue out of it, subtly suggesting that Peace Hotel was handling things unfairly.
"Marquis Zhenbei, what did you just say?" Daoist Qingfeng, who had been keeping his eyes closed, slowly opened them and looked towards him, "Please repeat that."
"Repeat it? I’ll say it eight more times!" The man in the floral shirt stood up abruptly, "Peace Hotel is unfair, and I don’t accept it!"
Upon hearing this, the woman at the head gently pressed her palm down to calm Daoist Qingfeng, who had already stood up, and turned slightly to take a notebook from under her seat, "Don’t make noise. Peace Hotel convinces with reason and values rules. I will report Marquis Zhenbei’s concerns, you will have a response within three days."
"If a problem is found, Peace Hotel will severely punish the culprit and apologize to you. But if no problem is found, to protect the reputation of the hotel, I ask you to take your own life, and the Resentful Eye tattoo on your body, as well as the wealth you’ve accumulated over the years in town, will belong to the hotel. How does that sound?"
The woman calmly looked at the man in the floral shirt, her tone not trying to overpower but seriously soliciting opinion.
After venting his frustration, the man in the shirt realized he had gone too far; cooling down, he was evidently scared. Who doesn’t know that Marquis come and go in Xiang Ma Town, but Peace Hotel is an iron institution; here, Peace Hotel is the only authority?
Seeing his reaction, the woman didn’t make it difficult for him. She closed the notebook, crossed her arms, and placed them on the table, as if completely forgetting the previous displeasure. Her tone was calm and distanced:
"Ladies and gentlemen, let me reiterate one thing, Peace Hotel values rules the most, and also commitments the most—if promised a certain amount of money, not a single cent less, if promised to wipe out a family, not even a dog is spared. That is the principle, and principles absolutely cannot be changed!"
