"The asking price is eight million, and your counteroffer is one coin?"
This…
Not only Li Chunsheng and the stall owner, but even Yang Hu and the others were stunned, their mouths agape in disbelief.
This wasn't bargaining; this was a blatant insult!
Chen Yang, on the other hand, was not surprised.
Looking at the dazed Li Chunsheng and the stall owner, Pill Dragon King chuckled. "Selling or not?"
SMACK!
The stall owner slamd his palm on the table, the flesh on his face quivering as his gaze turned icy. "I called you 'senior' out of respect for your age. What's this? Are you here to cause trouble?"
"Or are you trying to rob , Old Zhu?" His words were firm and powerful.
"Have you ever seen a 500-year-old Golden Thread Lotus?" Pill Dragon King asked cheerfully, holding his pipe.
"Heh!" The stall owner pointed a carrot-thick finger at the herb in the wooden box. "Isn't one right in front of you?"
"Let educate you," Pill Dragon King said. "First, once a Golden Thread Lotus reaches one hundred years of age, its root doubles in thickness. A 500-year-old specin would be at least as thick as my thumb."
"Also, a true Golden Thread Lotus isn't this fragrant."
"Next ti you make a forgery, rember to avoid these mistakes."
The stall owner was speechless.
So, I've run into a real expert?
This stall owner had never actually seen a 500-year-old Golden Thread Lotus, but he had still successfully sold three fakes for eight million apiece.
But today…
"Oh, right," Pill Dragon King added. "You can't buy a genuine 500-year-old Golden Thread Lotus for a re eight million."
"Hmph!" The stall owner sneered. "Old man, you're trying to ruin the reputation of my century-old establishnt."
As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight burly n charged out from the back of the shop. Fierce and nacing, they quickly surrounded Chen Yang's group.
"What—what is this?" Li Chunsheng was the first to jump in. "Boss Zhu, let's talk this through."
"You people, too." Then, Li Chunsheng shot a look at Chen Yang's group and fixed his gaze on Pill Dragon King. "If you don't want to buy it, fine! Why are you spouting nonsense? You can't just call soone's goods fake. You don't even understand the basic rules."
"This is none of your business," the stall owner snarled at Li Chunsheng before turning back to Pill Dragon King with a ferocious tone. "You've seen the goods. Today, you're buying them whether you want to or not."
"If you want a fight, find him," Pill Dragon King said with a calm expression, pointing at Chen Yang. "I'm only responsible for finding herbs."
With that, the old man forcefully pushed aside the brawny man in front of him and started to walk away.
The brawny man smirked, but before he could react, a fist from Yang Hu sent him crashing to the ground.
BANG.
Blood splattered.
"A fight? My favorite," Yang Hu said, shrugging his shoulders. He cracked his neck, and a sound like popping beans echoed through the air.
Already an imposing figure, his display made the surrounding thugs freeze.
This guy… he seems like he can really fight!
"Get them!" the stall owner yelled, not caring about anything else.
How could I let this prize slip away? Besides, as they say, a swarm of fists can beat an old master. With so many of us, why should I be afraid of him?
Chen Yang shook his head and started to leave, pulling Qin Qiu with him. They had been led into a den of wolves.
From the beginning, he had sensed sothing was off about Li Chunsheng. In a place like this, it was normal for soone to bring in strangers to earn a commission, just like a tour guide leading tourists to designated shops. But this situation was different. This was outright robbery.
"Thinking of leaving?" the stall owner sneered. "Nobody leaves until this deal is done."
Saying that, the hulking stall owner pulled a Mountain Splitter Blade from under the table and glared ferociously at Chen Yang.
WHOOSH!
Yang Hu charged forward. His sandbag-sized fist descended from above, landing heavily on the stall owner's head.
BANG.
The stall owner dropped to his knees.
The other thugs froze.
Just who are these people?
Yang Hu picked up the Mountain Splitter Blade, flicking it in his hand. "Everyone, kneel outside in a single row."
No one was nad, but it was clear who he was talking to. The previously nacing thugs were now trembling, unsure whether to run or stay.
"Do you—do you know who I am?" the stall owner ground out, staring daggers at Chen Yang. "I work for Mr. Gan of the Xuanse Sect's Yuning Mountain! You dare touch ? Do you have a death wish?"
BANG.
Yang Hu's kick sent the stall owner flying like a kite with a snapped string. He soared out of the shop and crashed heavily onto the street.
Everyone watched in stunned silence.
Now, without another word needed from Yang Hu, the thugs scrambled over each other to get outside, where they obediently knelt on the ground.
This…
The bustling street was full of people, and the sudden scene imdiately attracted countless stares. Heads popped out from neighboring shops.
"Isn't that Zhu Xiao? Looks like he got beaten for swindling."
"But he's one of Mr. Gan's n!"
Whispers and murmurs spread through the crowd. Everyone who did business in the area, and many of the regulars, knew that this Mr. Zhu was a con artist. But since he worked for Mr. Gan of the Gan Family, no one dared to say a word. After all, the entire market belonged to the Gan Family of the Xuanse Sect. No matter how much they disapproved, what could they do about anything Mr. Gan wanted?
Seeing Zhu Xiao finally get his couppance, many were secretly pleased.
"This… this has nothing to do with ." Seeing Yang Hu staring at him with a wicked grin, the Mountain Splitter Blade still in his hand, Li Chunsheng waved his hands frantically. "I—I was just guiding them! How was I supposed to know Boss Zhu was this kind of person?"
"Say that again." Yang Hu placed the flat of the blade against Li Chunsheng's neck.
"I…"
THUD.
Li Chunsheng's limbs trembled so violently he could no longer stand, and he collapsed to his knees. "I'm sorry! I was wrong! Please, spare my life!"
"Quite an act. You almost fooled ," Yang Hu sneered, pulling the two hundred yuan from Li Chunsheng's pocket before kicking him to the ground.
THUNK!
The Mountain Splitter Blade stabbed into the ground between Li Chunsheng's legs, its steel body quivering.
"Heh!"
Just as Chen Yang's group was about to leave, a cold voice sneered from behind. "So, you think you can just stir up trouble on Gan Family territory and walk away?"
A young man in his late twenties appeared, dressed in baggy pants, with his hair in a single braid. He held a crocodile-skin clutch under one arm and puffed on a cigarette.
It was Gan Zi'an, one of Mr. Gan's subordinates and the public manager of the market.
At the sight of Gan Zi'an, many of the nearby shopkeepers imdiately looked away and retreated inside their stores. This guy was infamous. He was unscrupulous and would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
"What's this? Are you trying to put on airs in front of ?"
Seeing Chen Yang's group continue to walk away without any sign of stopping, Gan Zi'an's face darkened. "I command you—"
He was cut off mid-sentence.
CLICK.
Chen Yang lit a cigarette.
WHOOSH!
The Mountain Splitter Blade, still stuck in the ground, suddenly shot up. With a piercing whistle, it tore through the air and plunged through Gan Zi'an's shoulder blade.
Blood sprayed as the force of the blade flung him backward, pinning him to the wooden door of a nearby shop.
THUD.
The door panel cracked, and the entire wall shook.
The bustling street fell silent, as if soone had pressed pause.
Everyone was completely dumbfounded. They had never witnessed such a scene.
Most importantly, that was a man from the Xuanse Sect's Gan Family
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