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As the soldiers' emotions became more intense, they began to become more aggressive. The leader suddenly slammed his teacup heavily on the table, his face showing an angry expression.
"Why is this place so dull!" he roared at the boss. "How can there be no music here?! There's no atmosphere at all without background music while drinking tea!"
The boss lowered his head nervously, trying to avoid direct eye contact, and cautiously replied, "Sir, this is just an ordinary teahouse and we do not provide accompaniment or music services. Please forgive us."
The soldier clearly was not satisfied with this answer. He stood up, walked up to the boss, and the oppressive feeling of his presence made the atmosphere even more tense. "Listen to me, this city is now under our control. You better not offend us. Since there's no music, what else do you have here for entertainment? Otherwise, I'll smash this place right now!"
The guests in the teahouse all avoid making eye contact with him, afraid of being singled out. Only the two members of the resistance, with their determined gaze and hidden anger, choose to remain silent. Shiva sits in the corner, with a calm gaze, waiting for the best opportunity.
Just as the intense verbal confrontation is about to lead to a conflict, a series of clear and melodious notes emanate from deep within the teahouse. A girl, dressed plainly but with a determined look, steps forward with a flute pressed tightly to her lips, each note carrying a unique charm. Her fingertips swiftly glide over the flute, playing a wonderful and captivating melody.
The boss lowered his head, understanding that the girl was trying to defuse the awkward and dangerous situation, but also knowing that this would bring her unpredictable risks.
Under the girl's playing, the soldiers were clearly attracted by the incredibly beautiful music. The leading soldier glared at the boss and warned, "If you dare to hide anything again, your shop won't be safe!" However, his voice was no longer as arrogant and imposing, as if the music had eased his anger.
The atmosphere of the entire teahouse gradually softened under the harmony of the music. Even so, Shiva could still see the anger and disdain in the eyes of the boss and the two middle-aged men.
The music played by the girl brought a hint of comfort to the people in the teahouse. It was as if the air was filled with the notes from her flute, temporarily breaking the oppressive atmosphere. As the music gradually subsided, applause broke out, as if the crisp applause was their inner release, expressing their longing for beautiful things.
However, this beautiful atmosphere did not last long. When the leading soldier showed a lecherous smile and approached the girl, the boss's face instantly turned pale. He quickly inserted himself between them, glaring at the soldier and warning him, "She is just a little girl. This is our home and my shop. Please show some respect."
The soldier frowned disapprovingly, pushed the boss, almost causing him to fall. He pointed at the boss and sneered, "You, a poor guy, dare to act tough in front of me? Do you know who I am?" He glanced at his brothers, and the soldiers all echoed his words, laughing as if they were watching a good show.
The guests in the teahouse all lowered their heads, afraid of becoming the next target. The girl nervously grabbed the boss's sleeve, tears welling up in her eyes, but she bit her lip, trying to stay calm.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the teahouse became extremely tense once again. The boss's eyes revealed a hint of pleading, while Shiva gently tightened her grip on her dagger, ready to face the impending crisis.
The leading soldier's eyes flashed with impatience, as he didn't want to waste any more time here. So, he quickly walked up to the boss and suddenly pushed him to the ground. The boss instantly fell, and there was a dull thud as he hit the ground, causing the wine glass and tea set to scatter. The boss, forcefully pushed to the ground, let out a cry of pain, his face immediately swelling. He struggled to get up from the ground, but his body was uncoordinated due to the sudden blow.
The leading soldier looked down at the boss on the ground, sneering disdainfully. Then, he quickly grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her to his side. He held her tightly with one hand and then extended the other hand, pointing to the tea table, saying, "Quick, pour us some tea!"
The girl, although afraid, still bravely lifted her head and nodded. She carefully walked to the tea table and began to pour tea for the unexpected guests. Meanwhile, several other soldiers began to demand that the girl dance, taunting and mocking her with crude requests.
"Come on, dance for us! Aren't all the girls here supposed to do that?" one of the soldiers said with a laugh.
The atmosphere in the entire teahouse became tense, and the other customers were all stunned, no one dared to speak. Shiva stood silently on the side, coldly watching everything, his fingers slightly curved, ready to act at any moment.
In that extremely short moment, the atmosphere in the teahouse seemed to explode. The eyes of two middle-aged men from the resistance were filled with anger. They no longer held back, quickly drawing hidden throwing knives from their sides. A throwing knife shot out swiftly, aiming straight for the soldier's forehead.
The leading soldier didn't react at all. The flying knife accurately hit his forehead, and his body slowly fell like a broken tree. The teahouse immediately fell into chaos.
The sudden attack frightened the other soldiers, who quickly drew their swords and attempted to fight back. However, the two middle-aged men from the resistance were clearly well-prepared, not only attacking swiftly and decisively, but also with great tactical skill.
Another man quickly threw a second flying knife, aiming directly at the throat of another soldier. The soldier tried to dodge, but the knife still grazed his neck, causing blood to gush from the wound. He painfully clutched his neck and fell to the ground.
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