Li Er was the most laid-back at the scene, yet he was sick.

This guy sat on the small round table in the corner of the drugstore and even made a pot of tea with Chen Houde's purple clay pot.

Customers come first. It’s not too much to spend fifty dollars to make him a pot of tea!

"Tsk, tsk, this old guy Chen Houde really has two brushes, but his physical strength is average, and now he is out of breath."

"Not even Xiaofu, but you pulled out a gun! Do you think I don't know you have a gun?"

Li Er got a handful of melon seeds from somewhere. He was cracking them and commenting on them.

"Hey——! Brother, help me!" After Chen Houde saved another jar of medicinal wine from his own, he found that Li Er was drinking tea on the contrary.

"I'm a patient, I can't help you." Li Er poured the tea without delay.

"Help call the police!" Chen Houde shouted angrily.

"No phone!" Li Er replied confidently...

Li Er was talking to Chen Houde and was seen by a black gangster. He walked towards Li Er with a knife without any discernment.
Chapter completed!