Feng Jiu, who was in the guest room upstairs, heard the chaos and screams below and couldn't help but shake her head. It was not peaceful anywhere, especially with a few people who could cause trouble.
Ning Lang's strength is not very strong, but he is smart and thoughtful. Duan Ye's skills can fight against Jindan, so there is no need to worry that the two will suffer losses.
So she rubbed her neck and told Tunyun to watch the door while she went inside to rest for a while.
Downstairs, several guards with the level of great spiritual masters were unable to gain any advantage against Ning Lang of Duan Ye and could only help their third young master, who was beaten black and blue, to slip away in shame. However, before they even left the door of the inn, they were blocked by Ning Lang with a smile and squinting eyes.
"Hey, you can leave if you want, but shouldn't you deal with the compensation first?"
"You guys broke it!" The young man glared at him, his teeth gnashing with anger.
"What do you mean we broke it? It was obviously you who broke it, boss, isn't that right?" Ning Lang looked at the boss who had just emerged from his hiding place with narrowed eyes.
The shopkeeper wiped his cold sweat, looked at Duan Ye's Ning Lang, then looked at the young man and several guards. He didn't know where the former came from, but his skills and strength were extraordinary. The latter was the third young master of the Song family in the city, and he didn't dare to offend him.
After hesitating for a long time, he spoke cautiously: "How about both sides compensate me a little, I..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ning Lang's voice.
"What? You want me to pay you? Shopkeeper, are you sure? Are you sure your eyes are not under your feet? They are the ones who brought people here to make trouble, using knives and swords to break your tables and chairs, and you actually want me to pay you as well? You're dreaming! I didn't ask you to compensate me for the shock, but you actually want me to pay you? You think I'm easy to earn, right? Huh?"
The chubby boy stood at the door with his eyes wide open, blocking the young man and others from leaving, while glaring at the shopkeeper and scolding him, as if to say, "If you dare to make me pay money, I will fight you to the death." The shopkeeper felt guilty and at a loss.
It was true that the people from the Song family used knives and swords, but if the two of them hadn't picked up chairs and tables and smashed them at him, he wouldn't have been chopped into pieces, and the whole floor wouldn't have been destroyed like this. The shopkeeper couldn't help but look at the people from the Song family and for a moment, he felt uneasy.
"What are you still standing there for? Pay up!" Ning Lang stared at the people in front of him, "Or do you think the fight wasn't enough? Do you want another fight?"
The young man gritted his teeth, the pain on his face made him swallow his anger, and said to a guard: "Pay me money!"
Upon seeing this, a guard hurriedly took out money to compensate the shopkeeper, and then helped his young master leave.
"You little brat, you're talking about money with your master Ning? I'm already lucky that I didn't make you pay with your underwear." Ning Lang snorted and said to the shopkeeper, "Prepare us some side dishes and send them upstairs."
"Yes, yes." The shopkeeper responded quickly and watched the two of them walk upstairs.
On the first floor, some monks sitting in the corner saw this scene and were a little surprised. They didn't expect that the two teenagers could beat the guards and the teenager, and even make them pay.
However, the young man who was beaten was the third young master of the Song family. Even though he was born out of wedlock, the head of the Song family only had three sons and he loved them very much. If these two young men beat him, he would probably be in trouble soon.