Tang Laoliu was snoring and drooling, who knows what nice dream he was having. His room emitted a foul smell, with clothes and various sundries piled nearly to the door.
Lu Yujin, expressionless, approached and pressed a dagger against his neck, then shook him awake. "Hey, Tang Laoliu, wake up?"
"Tang Laoliu, take a look at what this is?" The dagger pushed forward a little more.
The pain jolted Tang Laoliu awake, "Damn it, who are you?"
"Watch your mouth, or I'll drain your blood right now." Blood trickled down Tang Laoliu's neck. Seeing the blood, he grew quite frightened.
"Brother, spare me! I've been honest lately, at most just peeked at Widow Zhang bathing. Didn't do any other bad things."
The knife pushed forward a few more inches, drawing more blood, quickly staining his collar red.
Tang Laoliu lay on the bed, his legs trembling.
"Think harder."
"I just stole Lady Wang's purse next door and a chicken."
