The Master's Goal?
"Why didn't you tell us that you were having this problem? We would have helped you!" Chen Yao scolded his sister, banging his angry fist on the head of the hefty man he sat on.
Jun Feng tied up the rest of the beaten up men, who were either unconscious or barely able to speak.
"I didn't want to burden you two. You already do more than enough work at the college, and Jun Feng already spends his nights here…" she was saying, only to be cut off by Chen Yao.
"Spends his nights where?" Chen Yao shot Jun Feng a harsh glare, his companion sharply looked the other way, and blew a nervous whistle.
"Every day since both aunties have left, he has come every night after work to help me with closing up. It's just unfortunate that these bad men come over in the morning to harass the customers." At this time, the two had evicted the tarvern from all other customers, so it was just them three and the other men who Jun Feng was busy restricting.