The Wangzhi Medicine Guild bustled with visitors.
It was the largest Medicine Guild in Xiangfeng Prefecture.
The major Medicine Guilds in the seventeen cities under its jurisdiction usually came here to purchase stock to sell back home.
It handled both wholesale and retail.
"Master Yang, once we step inside, there'll be no turning back."
Zhao Qing stared at the Medicine Guild's entrance not far away and spoke in a low voice.
"Once the arrow is loosed, there's no turning back. You insisted on coming along. Are you scared now?"
Yang Ling smiled. "Why don't you wait here? The three of us can take our men inside."
"The confession came from my subordinate. What difference does it make whether I come or not?
"If I don't, people will really think I'm a coward they can push around."
Zhao Qing gritted his teeth, a trace of resolve appearing in his eyes.
He knew what he had to do to keep people from casually walking all over him.
Whether he came along this time was crucial!
Yang Ling said nothing. He had not expected Zhao Qing to actually dare come with him.
Since he had come, though, there were benefits.
His status as an Imperial Son alone would make Xu Wenjun somewhat wary.
Yang Ling walked toward the Wangzhi Medicine Guild.
Yun Ruo quickly followed, little change in emotion visible on her face.
In her eyes, this was precisely the work an Iron Clothes Department steward was supposed to do.
If they feared offending everyone, they could not get any work done.
Just as the four approached the Wangzhi Medicine Guild's entrance with their men, a figure suddenly emerged from inside.
The man came straight toward them and stopped the four of them.
He wore iron clothes of a slightly different style from