Chapter 92 Mountain Rain and the Pugilistic World Road_2

"Look how scared you are, you coward."

Sha Lifei glared at him, "I came to buy some drinks, you'll let me in, right?"

"Of course."

The waiter quickly bent over and gestured with his hand, "Please come inside, sir."

The shopkeeper had seen all sorts of people come and go—those who were unreasonable, those who swaggered around—Sha Lifei's demeanor did not faze him.

Sha Lifei did not bother to argue; he jogged inside, leaping over muddy puddles and lifting the curtain to enter the inn.

In the pugilistic world, inns varied greatly in quality.

The top-tier ones were often located in bustling major cities, with over a dozen courtyards inside and outside, frequented by noble guests and wealthy merchants.

The upper-middle-class ones were also quite good, though slightly smaller, often situated next to renowned brothels or taverns in the city or near academies where many people gathered.

As for those on the roadside, they were mostly rudimentary.