"This bloody pouch," Yi Chen cursed in irritation and picked up his pouch after placing all his notes back inside it.
His actions were slow and deliberate, as if wanting everyone to get a glimpse of the money he possessed.
"Sir, this…" At this moment, a trace of uncertainty appeared on the bald man's face.
With all this money, why would someone like Yi Chen come to live in such a place?
A part of him wanted to take advantage of Yi Chen and steal all his money, but another part was cautious.
"What? Is there a matter?" Yi Chen asked curiously, as if nothing had happened just now.
"Sir, with all that money…shouldn't you book a much better Inn?
There would be many such Inns in the city's main area. Why come here?" he asked the question in his mind and everyone else's minds.
Hearing this question, Yi Chen's countenance changed immediately to one of arrogance and irritation.
