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Underground black market.
Ross, who had survived Ye Haoyu's attack, was eager to try. Even though he was beaten black and blue, he still looked arrogant and the whole audience was filled with his shouting.
"Sell it to me at a higher price!"
"Sell them all to me at a higher price!"
The subordinates below bowed their heads and said.
"Twenty million!"
As soon as he finished shouting, he was beaten up by Ross.
"Idiot! Thirty million!"
No, when he came to his senses, Ross felt that he was also very stupid.
"It's 40 million!"
The price of a potion instantly increased several times.
Everyone was complaining and grumbling.
But before Ross could show off his power enough, Ye Haoyu's men came back and brought out another large basket of medicines.
Now Ross could no longer sit still. He stared at the basket of medicines with a serious look and his breathing became rapid!
"How come you still have some?"
Didn’t he buy all the potions from this brat?
What's the result?
Ye Haoyu's men smiled slightly.
At this time, Ye Haoyu's words in his ears sounded again like a spell.
"I won't let you go like this."
Ross seemed to be struck by lightning!
Because the person opposite him actually pointed his finger at him openly.
"The medicines he has are all fake!"
Ross's face broke down and his emotions got out of control.
"You're talking nonsense!"
He obviously bought these at a high price, how could they be fake!
Ross didn't believe it and pulled his men over in frustration.
"Find someone to test the medicine!"
But it turned out that it was of no use to the plague, and the customers who had bought medicine from Ross at exorbitant prices all came to him.
"Return the medicine! Return the money!"
They rushed over all of a sudden, catching Ross off guard.
Rouse could never have imagined such a situation.
"You're dead! You're done! Ugh, I'm done!"
Ross was so frightened that he immediately covered his hands and cried like a child. He looked extremely miserable, and the sound of Ross's crying could be heard throughout the underground black market.
"My money."
"My medicine."
"My life!"
The crying was so miserable that the people who came to argue for the refund forgot what they were doing.
Ross's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest and sobbing with genuine emotion. Furthermore, his face was bruised and swollen from the beating he had received earlier, and now it was covered in dirt, and his tears were a mess.
I have to say, it’s like the hardworking old lady rushed to the vegetable market but bought the last bunch of the least fresh cabbage!
Laws cried and shouted.
"You little liar! You will die a miserable death!"
Ye Haoyu's face was full of black lines: "..." Please, look at the situation clearly, who is the one who is so miserable that he can't face people.
An angry Rolls threw the basket of potions behind him, which he had once thought were truly unacceptable. The basket also fell over, and the potions were scattered all over the floor. Looking at these fake potions that he had paid a high price for after being beaten, Rolls cried bitterly.
But what’s even more terrifying is that if this thing fails, the people behind it will definitely not let me go!
Thinking of an even more frightening ending, Ross lowered his head and picked up the broken potion on the ground. Tears fell on the potion, looking both pitiful and infuriating.
Ye Haoyu curled his lips and smiled contemptuously.
"If you don't make these dirty money, this won't happen."
"You feel sorry for yourself, but what about those poor people whose families have been broken up? Why don't you think about letting them go too?"
Ross still didn't repent. He was already angry, and now hearing Ye Haoyu's words, every word was sharp and sarcastic, making him pale, humiliated and angry.
"Are they pitiful?"
"Bah, you deserve it!"
Ross stood up trembling all over.
It’s a pity that when he saw the men behind Ye Haoyu, he could only hold back his voice in frustration.
"What do you know? You thought you won, but you actually stabbed the sky!"
Ross wiped the tears from his face and turned away angrily.
Seeing that some people are still trembling with courage to ask me for a refund: "When can I get my money back?"
Ross was so angry that he flew into a rage on the spot.
"Get out! Get out!"
Wasn’t he tired of laughing at the joke? Ross was so angry that he vomited three liters of blood!
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