Hutou City was not large. Although it was considered prosperous among border towns, compared to the cities with multiple ring roads of later generations, it seemed rather petite.
The four of them led their horses and arrived at the inn shortly.
On usual days, the inn should have been relatively quiet by this time, with perhaps only two or three tables of customers left, engaged in silent standoffs to see who would declare their departure first and thus be stuck with the bill—a true contest of endurance.
But tonight, the inn was clearly unusual; it was too quiet. Aside from a small lantern hanging by the entrance, the rest of the premises were enveloped in darkness.
"My lord, there's a problem," Xue Three said, quickly positioning himself in front of Zheng Fan protectively.
There was definitely a problem. It was like a club in modern times suddenly closing its doors at ten o'clock: either something serious had happened, or there was a crackdown.