Apologize

Li Xian's elite warriors assembled in the spacious courtyard of the inn, while the lesser soldiers gathered in a field beyond the town gates. They boasted nearly a thousand spearmen and three hundred Qi Warriors. Li Zhuang had already inspected the warriors and returned.

The innkeeper, approached the cart carrying the noble who had knelt all night. Li Xian grinned, and Li Zhuang sensed trouble brewing.

"You there, innkeeper!" Li Xian's voice echoed across the courtyard. "Your hospitality leaves much to be desired. The service was subpar, the wine inferior, and you dared to meddle in matters that don't concern you. What say you?"

The innkeeper placed his hands on his hips, ready to engage in a debate. Li Zhuang shook his head in disbelief.

Before the innkeeper could utter a word, one of Li Xian's attendants delivered a swift kick to his head, knocking him unconscious. Laughter erupted among the other attendants.