"Ah, Chief Miao Mu, it's been a while. Have a seat. Erzi, bring some tea!"
Inside a Chinese herbal medicine shop in Chinatown, the white-haired old proprietor warmly invited Miao Mu to sit down.
"All right, Old Tang, I've run out of safflower oil. Restock me, and some of that... ointment for bruises and sprains."
Miao Mu did not stand on ceremony. The moment he sat down, he started asking for supplies. Bruises and sprains were unavoidable when practicing combat. Medicine and martial arts had always gone hand in hand; he could not go running to a doctor over every little ache and pain, could he?
Although Miao Mu had the Dionysium Gem, a treasure that could rapidly heal the body, he generally did not use it. Getting used to being injured was hardly a good thing.
The human body's sense of pain was extremely important. Only by fearing pain and injury could one become quicker at blocking and dodging.
Otherwise, just look at that little bastard Deadpool over in Marvel. Before mutating, he could take blades and bullets like they were nothing.
After mutating, with his super regeneration, forget blades and bullets—no one knew how many patches had been sewn onto his uniform.
"Hey, Chief Miao Mu, I've got something good here. Want to take a look?"
Old Tang, the elderly shopkeeper Miao Mu had addressed, sat beside him with a mysterious smile on his face, stroking the goatee beneath his chin.
"What is it?" Miao Mu turned curiously as he looked at the teacup the shop assistant had brought over. Old Tang had been the undisputed boss of Chinatown twenty years ago, though he had since retired.
He had once been ruthless enough to trade gunfire with Falcone right in the street. Even now, his word still carried