Three years of tax exemption was already a hefty reward, let alone the added ten taels of silver...
Qing's heart skipped a beat as she snapped back to reality. Paying no mind to the envious stares around her, she grabbed her younger brother and headed straight for the pharmacy.
This money burns the hand!
Though the rules of the Flying Tiger Gang held sway and no one dared to harm them now,
she knew—knew with absolute clarity—that the gang's rules would not last forever.
Miss Li wouldn't always be there to "stand up" for them!
Whenever the Spirit Fish are gone, so will the rules of the Flying Tiger Gang.
Everything would revert to the way it was.
By then, her money, and her life...
Qing didn't dare to think further. Clutching her brother's hand, she hurried into the pharmacy.
"Cough, cough!"
In the dimly lit pharmacy lay an old man, yellow-faced and gaunt, a mere skeleton of a man, as if plagued by illness.
"Doctor Mo!"
