Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 38: One free hot pot, two free plates of lamb, and one free boss lady

Not long after, He Songling used fire escape to return to the place where Old Song was attacked.

"Why are there two more sets of footprints?"

He Songling was not an expert in traceology. He was just a stupid college student before he traveled through time. But fortunately, neither the three people in front nor the two people behind had any intention of covering up their whereabouts. The five pairs of footprints clearly went in one direction.

"You are so good, Tang Clan. Not only do you take jobs as assassins, you even do part-time robbery. Humph, I will catch you in the act and make sure you can't survive in the underworld anymore."

Robbing ordinary people is something that the alien world will never allow. Even Wang Yaozu, who is a man of all talents, knows that he only seeks money and does not kill people. He was almost killed by Zuo Rutong. How dare the Tang Sect kill people?
He Songling's eyes turned cold, and he decided to follow his old mentor's behavior and followed the footprints. Halfway through, the footprints split, and went in two directions, which took He Songling a lot of effort.

He was unlucky and followed the two sets of footprints first, but the path was full of thorns and mud, and the vegetation was rich, making it very difficult to track. At first, he could still see them, but later he couldn't see them at all. He had no choice but to go back and follow the three sets of clearer footprints from the main road.

By the time we stopped chasing the set of footprints, it was already nightfall.

"What a luxurious inn! I wonder how the Tang Clan can quibble." The brightly lit inn in front of He Songling was not grand, but it was built with fine bricks and stones. It was not a chicken feather shop, nor was it a wild tea stall on the roadside. The Tang Clan must have been able to build such an exquisite building in such a deep mountain.

I pushed the door open and walked in. There were three people sitting at the table facing the door, and two waiters were busy at the counter. The two waiters looked obviously surprised.

"It's really the Tang Clan's shady shop." He Songling thought to himself after seeing the reactions of the two waiters. These two obviously didn't expect any customers to come, but how could the innkeeper be surprised to see a customer coming? However, he didn't mean to overturn the table on the spot. He had walked for most of the day and was thirsty and hungry. Since it was an inn, he would eat and drink first.

He walked in and sat down on a bench at the table next to the three men, and called out, "Serve the food, mate."

His reaction made the three people sitting there and the two waiters feel relieved and calm down. The tall shopkeeper and the short waiter looked at each other, and the short one ran over and said with a smile, "Sir, what would you like to eat?"

"Well, a free hot pot, two plates of free lamb, please give them larger portions, don't be shortchanged. Another plate of free frozen tofu, a plate of free hot pot dishes, half a pound of free pork, and a pound of free hand-rolled noodles."

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The guy slowly typed a question mark. You came to this remote place to eat a free meal, right?
"No, sir, what did you just say?" The short guy looked like he had tried his best to hold back from swearing.

"Why, you've never heard of hotpot? How can a Sichuan inn open without hotpot?" He Songling pretended to be dumbfounded. He was deliberately teasing the two Tang Sect members. If they weren't just two men, he would have asked if there was a free hostess.

"There is hot pot, but it's not free."

"What?" He Songling scratched his ears.

"Pay money. You have to pay for the meal." The waiter was afraid that his fist was too heavy. He Songling didn't understand and rubbed his index finger and thumb twice.

"Ah? You need money to eat? Is there such a thing in this world?"

He Songling's face was full of surprise. He pointed at the waiter and said, "I'm not saying anything bad about you, young comrade. Your awareness needs to be improved. People should be dedicated and broad-minded. You can't just focus on money. You have made so much money running this shop. It's all the hard-earned money of past merchants. As an entrepreneur, you have to know how to give back to society, right?"

When He Songling said such shameless words, the waiter almost laughed. They paid for the meal, so we give it back to you for free, right? Not to mention the shopkeeper and the waiter, even the three people at the table next to him looked at He Songling in surprise. They had never seen such a shameless person in their lives.

"Get out!" The waiter pulled the white towel off his shoulders, slapped the table with his hand, and pointed at the door with a stern voice.

"Oh, someone is hitting someone, someone is hitting someone under Tangmen's feet!" He Songling is still afraid of him? In his previous life, he dared to roll on the ground and yell at the old lady who was trying to scam people. When it comes to being a scoundrel, he is no less shameless than a professional player.

He fell to the ground and shouted at the top of his voice: "Is there anyone in charge? I'll report to the Tang Sect's master and ask them to deal with you!" When they heard the word "Tang Sect", the five people instantly became visibly nervous. Two of the three people sitting changed their faces immediately. Although the two standing guys and the third person sitting did not change their faces, the atmosphere around them became obviously tense.

"Well, everyone has a problem with their stirrups when they go out. So, just serve this guest something and let him eat until he is full before he leaves." said the tall shopkeeper.

"Bah!" The short waiter also came to his senses and spat at He Songling, "You stinky beggar, you're just pretending, you unlucky thing!" I have to say, his acting is pretty good, it's just like opening a business and encountering a rogue beggar.

The three people at the table next to them also visibly relaxed their expressions. They told the waiter to hurry up with their food and then went back to chatting among themselves.

"Brother, I think, now that you've got the money, there's no need to kill the person, right?" the man leaning against the wall said tentatively.

"What, you're not satisfied?" The short man sitting outside glared at him. "Besides, did I kill him?"

"Brother, you and I have just joined Quan Xing. Let me teach you the hidden rules of Quan Xing." The tallest man said, "When it comes to treating our fellow disciples, just kill those you don't like." There was some instigation in his words, and a bit of warning: If you are allowed to kill him, then he is also allowed to kill you. Don't look for trouble.

"All of them?" Now it was He Songling's turn to be stunned. They were not from the Tang Sect?

"I understand, I understand." The man sitting against the wall nodded with a smile.

As they were talking, the waiter came up with wine and food, "Gentlemen, please try two small dishes first. This is our homemade wine, and it is not diluted with water!"

"Wait." The waiter put down the food and wine and was about to leave, but was stopped by the short guest, who smiled sinisterly, "Hey, what the guy next to you said is right. The Tang Sect is nearby, so we should be kind to them. Hey, I'll give you the first bite of this food and wine."

"This one……"

"Hah!" the short man shouted.

"Hey, look, I've never seen a reward before." The shopkeeper came over with a big smile on his face, "I'll do it, I'll do it." He stretched out his hand and poured out a bowl of wine and drank it, and then took two bites of food, "Master, thank you for the reward."

"get out!"

"Yes, yes, I'll fill them up for you gentlemen."

While they were talking, the waiter threw a bowl of plain noodles on He Songling's table with an impatient look on his face, "Eat it and get out of here."

"Tang Sect..." He Songling tried to shout again, but the waiter stopped him, "Shut up!" Then he said to the guests at that table, "Gentlemen, you can see that this guy is the cause of all the trouble. If you know the group of martial artists on the mountain of Tang Sect, please don't tell us about it. We can't afford to offend that group of people."

The guests at that table were suddenly called out. They were stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Hehe, we can't afford to offend. Ha, the Tang Sect has such a bad reputation in its own territory?" The two men then looked at the waiter and laughed.

At the same time, the shopkeeper who was pouring the wine also showed a happy expression, and said to himself: "Okay, according to the plan, attract the attention of these people." The fingertips on the mouth of the wine jar appeared a pale green color, and instantly merged into the wine. "It's done!"

Then he smiled and offered it to the people with both hands, "Gentlemen, please come in."

The dwarf waved his hand, daring to leave the shopkeeper. The three raised their wine bowls and touched them to their lips, but He Songling next to them slapped his chopsticks on the bowl, making a crisp "ding" sound, and shouted: "Shopkeeper, your shop is not clean!"

Oh, I am a bit confused. According to the setting of Rusty Iron, Lu Ci is the seventh child, and looking at the ages of the brothers who followed Lu Ci to the Tang Sect, his deceased brother is most likely not the eldest. It is not appropriate to call him Lu Da, and it is even more impossible that it is the two brothers Renci. The key is that Mi Er didn’t say anything, and I really don’t know how to call him. So here I can only bring up the doctrine of the legitimate and illegitimate gods. Lu Ci and his deceased brother are legitimate children, and the remaining brothers are born to Lu Ci’s father’s concubine. Lu Ci’s father’s wife gave birth to two children, the eldest and the second, Lu Ren and Lu Ci. Anyway, it is normal for Mi Er to eat, so let’s leave it like this.

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