The wound medicine that Gu Yunyang gave me was quite effective.
"I believe you will find it useful."
When those people came over and came in with flashlights, they found that the things had indeed been delivered.
One of the bald men remarked, "Old Yang's delivery speed is amazing. I remember the last time he delivered the order was in the morning, right? It's already here late at night?"
The tower sternly rebuked, "Don't discuss things that shouldn't be discussed."
Knowing too much isn't necessarily a good thing.
If you follow your third brother's instructions, you can be guaranteed wealth and prosperity.
If this news gets leaked and others find out, don't blame your third brother for resorting to family discipline.
The mere mention of family discipline sent shivers down the spines of those who had come along.
The guy who got beaten up last time even lost a finger, and he's been reassigned to guard the goal again.
Not only is it unsafe, but if someone comes to raid the black market, the gatekeepers will be the first to be affected.
Basically, whether others can be caught or not is unknown; they are the most likely to be caught.
If these people are arrested, they will most likely be sent to a farm for labor reform.
Those days were unbearable for humans.
In addition, there are no opportunities for advancement, so the money earned is not much.
The entrance fee had to be handed over, and then the boss would distribute the money.
Losing a finger makes daily life inconvenient.
Holding chopsticks felt awkward, and I couldn't muster any strength.
A single finger may seem insignificant, but it can have a significant impact.
Seeing that they still had a sense of awe, the Iron Tower was quite satisfied and added, "There are some things that can be said and some things that cannot be said. You should also be clear about that."
I don't need to elaborate on the importance of the source of these goods; once you leak it out, others will find out.
Even if you manage to escape and seek refuge with someone else by then...
Third Brother will make you pay the price. So, think carefully and don't make a mistake.
The threat posed by the tower was something everyone remembered.
They couldn't help but remember the methods and abilities of the Iron Tower.
And they also know that the source of goods is a very important aspect.
If they find out and tell other black markets, they might get promoted themselves.
But the prerequisite is that they can withstand the retaliation from Hou San and the Iron Tower.
That could really kill people.
Unlike tonight's brawl, which looked terrifying, both sides were actually holding their own and no one was killed.
Once someone dies, this matter cannot be concealed.
Once it gets out, the black market will have to shut down.
So even though the people in the south were forced into a corner, they didn't dare to actually kill anyone.
If someone dies, then they can't stay here any longer.
Even if you don't work in the black market, you can do other things and still make a living.
The tower was quite pleased with its tapping, then turned around, grabbed the envelope, and put it on the shelf.
Then he saw a bag, and a medicinal fragrance wafted from it.
Iron Tower paused, put down the envelope, picked up the bag, and smelled it. He knew what it was: "Wound medicine? This smells amazing! It seems to work well too. And there's a letter too?"
After looking at it, the iron tower knew that Gu Yunyang had placed it here on purpose.
Remembering that Gu Yunyang had informed them beforehand, they knew that Gu Yunyang knew they were going to fight that night.
Upon opening the letter, they found it was indeed a wound medicine sent by Gu Yunyang.
Iron Tower led his men to transport the goods back, and also gave the wound medicine to Hou San: "Third Brother, I feel that this wound medicine must be a secret recipe, and it works quite well. I can tell from the aroma that the medicine is effective."
Hou San was taken aback, thought for a moment, and said, "Then let the brothers who were injured tonight try it. If it works, maybe we can order more wound medicine from Lao Yang. If there are other good medicines, we can order some of those too; these good medicines sell well."
Upon hearing this, Gu Yunyang's eyes lit up: "This seems to be another source of income."
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