The short, fat stall owner had made thorough preparations and begun his grand scheme of fleecing people in Qiuchen Market.
At the same time, he had bribed several patrolling cultivators, ensuring that as long as he did not make any major mistakes, he need not fear outsiders causing trouble.
As mentioned earlier, some people had come back to settle scores with him, but he had held firm.
If Feng Jun had not invited Huangfu Wuxia along today, this man might not even have feared the fine of 150,000 Spirit Stones—after all, the flowerpot had never entered a transaction.
So Divine Doctor Feng's decision to invite President Huangfu over had truly been a brilliant move.
But even now, the stall owner was unwilling to hand over the counterfeit—he had paid more than a thousand Spirit Stones for it himself, not to mention that he would also have to throw in a Ninefold Jade Ganoderma.
This time, however, Huangfu Wuxia could not possibly speak up for him again. Her face darkened. "So you're unwilling to settle it this way?"
The saying that people would die for wealth was absolutely true. The short, fat stall owner would rather risk his life than part with money. "A thousand spirit stones is too much of a loss."
Huangfu Wuxia nodded expressionlessly, a cold gleam flashing through her eyes. "I've already helped you a great deal. You brought this on yourself... Notify the management office, then."
After saying that, she did not look away, merely stared coldly at him.
Clearly, if the management office's handling of the matter failed to satisfy her, she might very well seek payback in private.
The stall owner's heart turned cold. If Feng Jun had been looking at him like that, he might not have cared too much. So what if