As the saying goes: a competitor is an enemy.
Ji Xianlong slammed the table, his face filled with rage!
You have to understand:
The entire Market only had four Elixir Shops. On this street, his was the only one. Now, another had inexplicably popped up. Didn't this mean his future revenue would take a hit?
And most importantly, the other party hadn't come to pay their respects.
This was a clear sign they were looking down on him!
"Who's the owner behind this? Has anyone seen him?"
Ji Xianlong asked in a low voice.
The waiters in the shop exchanged uncertain glances.
One waiter stepped forward and said respectfully, "I've seen him. He used to have a stall in the Market. He's the one who cut off Er Ya's right hand..."
"So it's that bastard!"
Realization dawned on Ji Xianlong. He slammed the table again and shot to his feet. "Bring a few waiters. I want to see for myself what kind of backing this brat has to dare open a shop right under my nose!"
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