The Huichun Hall was in a mess.
The precious medicinal materials were swept to the ground, mixed with broken porcelain pieces, and the air was filled with a strange smell of herbs and dust.
The leader of the Qinglong Gang, known as "Bald Zhang", stepped on the broken wooden board of the counter with one foot, and his face was trembling with the arrogant words.
"One hundred thousand yuan, one penny less, I will turn your Lu family's hundred-year-old Hui Chun Hall into a pile of rotten wood today!"
Behind him, a dozen gangsters armed with sticks watched eagerly, surrounding everyone in the Lu family in the center, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Everyone in the Lu family, from the old master to the new apprentices, had earth-colored faces and dared not speak out in anger.
"Hall Master Zhang, if you have something to say, if you have something to say..." Lu Wenbin, the second uncle of the Lu family, rubbed his hands and smiled flatteringly, "Is there any misunderstanding? There is absolutely no problem with our medicine."
"Misunderstanding?" Bald Zhang spat on the ground, "My man took your medicine and suffered from vomiting and diarrhea. He is still lying in bed! This is the evidence!"
