The flea was standing by his side, wiping sweat incessantly, not daring to utter a sound.
Yang Ge exhaled a breath, forcefully suppressing his anger, and waved his hand, "That's enough, go have your fun, let me know if there's any news..."
Like having received a royal pardon, the flea nodded his head like pounding garlic, "Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely report to you the moment there is news."
He turned around and tiptoed back into the inn, quickening his pace as he went. When he reached the courtyard, he realized his back was already soaked through.
Xiao Baoqi, who was shuffling mahjong tiles, saw his flustered appearance and asked curiously, "What's the big deal? Look at the sweat on your forehead..."
The flea, wiping the sweat from his forehead, looked at Xiao Baoqi and then at the thugs at the mahjong table, hesitating to speak for a moment.
Seeing this, Xiao Baoqi lowered his eyelids, "If you can't say, then forget it. We're about to finish this round, you take over..."