Traveling through various miniature worlds with a small restaurant

Wan Chou spoke frankly: "Young lady, let's not beat around the bush. I do want your brewing recipe. As long as you're willing to give it up, the reward will be satisfactory."

As she spoke, she glanced at Lin Xiaoqian and Jiang Shuang's faces and tempted them, "Even if you want to go to the palace to become a concubine and enjoy a lifetime of glory, that's fine too."

Lin Xiaoqian frowned slightly, feeling disgusted as he looked at Wan Chou's despicable face and the jib on his chin jiggling as he spoke.

Jiang Shuang's right hand had already started touching the ring on her left hand's finger, as if she wanted to pull out a pistol and shoot him right away.

Lin Xiaoqian's expression was indifferent: "I've already made myself very clear. We don't have a brewing recipe. The wine comes from somewhere else."

"Young lady, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!" Wan Chou slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and placed his fingers on the jewel-encrusted belt around his waist.

His eyes widened in fury, his fat face trembling with rage: "Hmph, don't think I don't know what tricks you're playing! If you don't hand over the prescription today, don't even think about leaving this room!"

Lin Xiaoqian burst out laughing upon hearing this: "Do you have some kind of serious illness? This is my shop, why would I leave here?"

She turned to Jiang Shuang and said, "Sister Shuang, do you think this person is mentally unstable?"

"Looks like he's quite ill." Jiang Shuang nodded with a smile, and pulled a Type 92 pistol from her spatial ring with her hand behind her back.

Wan Chou was enraged by Lin Xiaoqian and Jiang Shuang's disdain.

Since he started working for Eunuch Cao, no one has ever dared to treat him like this.

He roared through gritted teeth, "You two damned girls! Men, tie them both up!"

Two burly men stepped out from behind, intending to grab Lin Xiaoqian and his companion.

Jiang Shuang stepped forward and stood in front of Lin Xiaoqian, raised her pistol, aimed it at Wan Chou, and said coldly, "Try taking one more step forward!"

When Wan Chou saw the pistol, he was first taken aback, then burst into laughter: "Little girl, you think you can scare me with this piece of junk? Is it some kind of novel hidden weapon?"

Jiang Shuang's lips curled up as she said, "This isn't some hidden weapon; it's something that can kill you!"

Lin Xiaoqian chimed in, "You'd better not move, or I'll blow your head off!" He put his hands behind his back and pulled out a pistol from the warehouse.

Wan Chou looked at the two with disdain, raised his hand and waved to his men: "Grab them!"

One of his men, with a fierce expression, strode forward and reached out to grab the two men.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

"Ah!" A burly man covered his bleeding ear.

Jiang Shuang's lips curled up: "If you go any further, the next bullet will hit your heads."

Wan Chou's face turned deathly pale instantly. He hadn't expected that this dark, broken thing would have such power.

But he was used to things going smoothly, so how could he possibly give up now?

Wan Chou glanced at the "hidden weapon" in Jiang Shuang's hand and a greedy thought arose in his heart.

If he can capture the two of them, this good thing will be his.

"All of you, attack together! I'll reward you handsomely if you capture them!"

At Wan Chou's command, the other burly men rushed towards Jiang Shuang and Lin Xiaoqian.

Jiang Shuang's eyes turned cold, and she pulled the trigger again: "Bang! Bang!"

Two more burly men were shot in the legs and fell to the ground in agony, clutching their injured legs and howling in pain.

Seeing the opportunity, Lin Xiaoqian also raised his pistol and pointed it at Wan Chou's head, shouting loudly, "Stop right there!"

A tense and fearful atmosphere filled the store, and no one dared to move.

Wan Chou stared at the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at his head, his voice trembling as he said, "Do you...do you know who my superiors are?"

Jiang Shuang snorted coldly: "I don't care who your superiors are, if you dare to cause trouble today, don't expect to get away unscathed!"

Wan Chou forced himself to remain calm: "I am Eunuch Cao's man. If you dare to hurt me, Eunuch Cao will not let you get away with it!"

Jiang Shuang replied dismissively, "Eunuch Cao? I don't know him."

Lin Xiaoqian said, "If you keep nagging, believe me, I'll send you to your grave right now!"

Cold sweat broke out on Wan Chou's forehead, and his tone softened: "Two heroines, let's talk this over."

"Wow, it's so lively here!" A flippant voice came from outside the door.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw two men standing at the door.

One was a swordsman who ate pork trotter rice and drank Moutai in the shop that morning, and the other was actually Sikong Zhenyue from the Imperial Guard.

Sikong Zhenyue immediately noticed the tense atmosphere in the shop, frowned, and asked, "What's going on here?"

Wan Chou, as if seeing a lifeline, hurriedly said, "Lord Sikong, you must do justice for me! These two women are lawless and dare to lay a hand on me!"

Jiang Shuang spat and said, "You dog, you're trying to shift the blame! You caused trouble in our store and you think you're in the right?"

Sikong Zhenyue quickly glanced at the scene inside the shop. A group of burly men were lying on the ground, clutching their legs and howling in pain, blood seeping from between their fingers. They were obviously injured.

But who hurt him?

Sikong Zhenyue looked at the only two women in the shop, each holding a dark object.

Could this be the thing that hurt someone?

He looked at Wan Chou, whose face was as red as a palette of colors: "Manager Wan, what are you doing here?"

Wan Chou opened his mouth: "I..."

Lin Xiaoqian put away her gun and interrupted him, saying, "This guy brought people to forcibly seize our brewing recipe. We said we didn't have it, and he even tried to kidnap us!"

Sikong Zhenyue's face darkened: "Is this really true?"

Wan Chou argued, "Lord Sikong, this prescription should rightfully belong to us, but they refuse to hand it over."

Jiang Shuang glared at her angrily: "Nonsense! This formula is our own, what does it have to do with you!"

The swordsman stood to the side, sword in hand, and said leisurely, "Right and wrong are obvious at a glance."

Upon hearing this, Wan Chou stopped pretending and cupped his hands to Sikong Zhenyue: "Lord Sikong, I am doing a job for Eunuch Cao. After the job is done, Eunuch Cao will surely reward me handsomely."

Lin Xiaoqian and Jiang Shuang suddenly looked at Sikong Zhenyue with great interest.

They wanted to know what choice the chivalrous man they had met on their very first day here would make at this moment.

The swordsman, seeing the two's reactions, raised an eyebrow.

Sikong Zhenyue raised his eyelids slightly: "I don't know any Eunuch Cao."

Wan Chou's face turned red with anger: "You! Well, very well indeed, Lord Sikong, you don't even put Eunuch Cao in your eyes. Just wait for Eunuch Cao's thunderous wrath!"

"Just a eunuch, whatever." Sikong Zhenyue stepped into the shop expressionlessly and found a seat.

The swordsman curled his lip and sat down as well.

Seeing that Wan Chou was still in the shop, Sikong Zhenyue frowned: "Aren't you going to get out? Do you want to be sent to the Imperial Guard?"

Wan Chou's face flushed red and then turned pale. He snorted coldly, "Let's go!"

He slunk away with his men, the two injured burly men being dragged away by their arms.

The old beggar at the door frowned as he watched Wan Chou leave, then glanced at Sikong Zhenyue inside the shop.

He muttered to himself, "The little girl is quite lucky."

Then he lowered his head and pondered, wondering what exactly the hidden weapon the little girl was holding.