The door swung open, revealing a somewhat short and chubby middle-aged man propped against the doorframe, panting with his mouth agape. His face was flushed red, and sweat glistened on his skin.
"Old Zhang?" Master White exclaimed, "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Bai! Help me, please! Someone… Someone is dead in the tavern!"
Master White furrowed his brows: "Report the death to the authorities, why do you mention 'saving' you?"
"I have reported it! But...the dead man is a protector of the Lake Heart Gang." Old Zhang groaned.
Master White fell silent for a moment, then sighed, "I will give you an order. Just protect your tavern, the case will be investigated as usual."
"Of course! Of course! Thank you, Mr. Bai!" The middle-aged man was about to kneel in gratitude.
"I still want to drink your wine." Master White cracked a small smile, held him back, and turned to write the order.