The guards surrounded the tavern.
The bartenders, who had been busy preparing for the opening, stopped their work.
They could only sit on the sidelines and watch as the guard captain conversed with Fang Hao not far away.
"Here's how it happened. Although I'll testify on your behalf, he's the son of the Chief Steward, so how this unfolds is hard to predict," the guard captain explained, sitting on a wooden chair.
Clang!
Nearby, the tavern owner dropped the rough clay cup she was wiping on the floor, and hastily bent down to pick it up.
Just before, she had been warning him that the shop across the street offended a big shot, specifically the son of the Chief Steward.
This had resulted in the shop failing to open and unable to sell anything.
*Fang Hao hadn't even left the building, and here he was getting into a fight with the Chief Steward's son.*
*It's too late to avoid offending him now.*
