Lu Family Bookstore, second floor.
Yang Xiangjun held a handkerchief over his mouth and nose, weeping nonstop.
"Zhou Badou, you're a man of standing in Pro State. We agreed on a one-on-one fight: I'd take three of your moves, and the matter would be settled. An Inkwell Scholar has to honor his word, doesn't he? What kind of skill is it to bring Li Qi in?"
Boss Lu said nothing.
Yang Xiangjun looked at Li Banfeng. "Li Qi, you're supposed to be a hero of your generation. What kind of thing is this? You and Zhou Badou ganged up on the few with the many, and then you ambushed me from behind. Think it over yourself—doesn't your heart turn cold?"
Li Banfeng looked at the paper and brush on the table and said nothing.
Boss Lu sighed deeply. "Brother Yang, shamefully enough, after all these years of friendship, I couldn't bear to see you suffer so much injustice."
Yang Xiangjun wiped his tears. "You've seen all the injustice I've suffered. Let's stop holding it against each other. I'll leave Ink Fragrance Shop right now, and everything before this will be wiped away with one stroke."
"I'm afraid it can't be wiped away with one stroke." Boss Lu looked at the prescription Yang Xiangjun had written, then turned and picked up an iron rod. "You wrote for two hours and only came up with three medicinal ingredients. You still want to leave? Aren't you disgracing the cultured?"
Bang! Bang!
Under the brutal beating, Yang Xiangjun begged repeatedly, "Don't hit me! I remember now, I remember! If you keep hitting me and beat it out of my memory, don't blame me—"
Yang Xiangjun finished the prescription. It listed more than seventy medicinal ingredients, many of which Li Banfeng had never heard of.