"This month's two Qi and Blood Pills are yours."
Manager Lin slapped the empty porcelain bottle on the table.
Lu Yuan stood in front of the counter.
He stared intently at Manager Lin's fat face, his right hand pressed on the broken iron sword at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.
"Guanshi Lin, this is the mission reward I paid for with my life." Lu Yuan's voice was low, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
Manager Lin sneered and patted his plump belly: "Mission reward? A waste that can't even break through the first level of body training is worthy of wasting the resources of the martial arts hall?"
"The rules are set by the owner." Lu Yuan took a step forward, the iron-breaking sword trembling slightly in its sheath.
Manager Lin's face darkened: "Rules? In this logistics office, I am the rule!"
He waved his hand, and the two thugs behind him immediately surrounded him.
