Watching the man slam his fist on the table and bellow, the innkeeper wore a plastered smile. He hastily explained himself before darting into the kitchen to lend a hand.,The two people who were named put down their bowls and chopsticks, wiped their mouths, and then picked up their weapons and walked upstairs.,The innkeeper still had a little conscience at this moment. Seeing that something seemed to have happened, he rushed forward and stopped the two men. "My lords, it's just a small business. I hope you..."。