Human Immortal Peerless Skill! Five Hundred Million Punches! Huo: What's yours is yours; what isn't, you can't snatch!

"Where's the real stuff? Hand it over!"

Huo Yuanhong clutched the White Crane School steward by the throat, holding on until the man was about to pass out before giving a slight nod and tossing him to the ground.

Looks like there really wasn't any more. This batch should be genuine.

After putting away the seven genuine doses, Huo Yuanhong thought for a moment and casually took the six fake ones as well.

They might come in handy someday. Who said only other people were allowed to sell fake goods?

"Wait."

The steward woke up, caught his breath, and saw Huo Yuanhong turning to leave. He hurriedly said, "Did you bring the raw materials, sir?"

"Raw materials?"

Huo Yuanhong turned back, somewhat surprised. "What raw materials? I stole these potions with my own ability—why should I pay?"

Their gazes collided. The steward was not surprised by this at all; the explosives strapped to his body had been prepared precisely for situations like this.

"Sir, surely you wouldn't want to..."

"Wouldn't want what?"

Huo Yuanhong looked at him.

Only a single step separated them.

It was as though invisible sparks were crashing together and intertwining in the air.

The steward only needed to make the slightest movement to pull open his clothes and reveal the explosives beneath, yet he froze there, his entire body taut as he stared at Huo Yuanhong's hand.

He had a premonition: if his fingers dared reach into his clothes...

He would die.

Though in theory, the motion of reaching out should have been faster than the other man striking from a step away.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, let's talk this out. No need to resort to violence."

Only when a figure hurried over was the deadlock broken.

It was the White Crane School's sect master, rushing over while