Hong Zhao shut the door behind him, not sparing a second's glance towards the carnage he left below. "I need to try not to get any more blood in old man Xinyue's inn." He said to himself with a sigh. "There's only so much damage five gold can cover." Though he had more gold than he could count, he didn't feel very comfortable showing such wealth within the establishment. Though he was more than a match for anyone who tried to take him on, if they made a target of the old man, they would have the upper hand.