A sudden voice rang out, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
The tattooed man and his companions froze, then turned with dark expressions to see a slender, handsome young man walk up from behind and stop beside Feng Mei, a faintly mocking smile on his face.
"Mr. Jun, you don't need to get involved..." Feng Mei paused and hurriedly shot Jun Wangchen a meaningful look, clearly afraid that dealing with these three would compromise his standing.
"As the shop's full-time Alchemist, how could I stand by and do nothing?" Jun Wangchen waved a hand, then looked at the three men in astonishment. "Gentlemen, your faces are truly forces of nature, masterpieces beyond human craftsmanship. So fucking distinctive! What I don't understand is why you've buried your faces in your asses... Oh, sorry, I didn't realize those were your faces. How strange. Where did your asses go, then?"
Watching Jun Wangchen deliver his insults with a perfectly straight face, Feng Mei covered her mouth and struggled not to laugh aloud.
The tattooed man's expression darkened. Rolling his wrists, he snarled, "Kid, do you have a death wish?"
"No. Would you like to teach me how to get one?" Jun Wangchen smiled bashfully.
The atmosphere fell silent in an instant.
The customers watched the tattooed man's face grow darker and darker, sensing that his uncontrollable rage was about to erupt.
"Pretty brave. Should I slice that mouth off for you, or will you do it yourself?" The tattooed man suddenly sneered, drew the dagger he carried, and ran his tongue over it. Its cold blade gleamed menacingly.
The customers' expressions changed drastically. Some of the more timid ones fled desperately from the pharmacy, terrified that the tattooed man might lose control and slash them.
Feng Mei had never expected him to be carrying a