Just then, Su Wen heard a commotion of footsteps outside his room.
Before the people outside had a chance to knock, Su Wen took the initiative to open the door.
He furrowed his brow.
Outside was a group of young men he had never seen before, fuming with anger and looking as though they wanted to kill him as they swarmed into Su Wen's courtyard.
And behind them, the media reporters were following.
Su Wen had a vague feeling that something big was about to happen.
"It's him!"
"Damn it, this old fraud, let's beat him up!"
They entered Su Wen's courtyard, picked up sticks and chairs, and prepared to smash them onto Su Wen!
Chinese herbs were scattered all over the ground.
Su Wen frowned.
These herbs were ones he had collected from the mountains during his spare time, their medicinal properties were far superior to those of cultivated ones.
He looked painfully at the scattered herbs, then grabbed a man by the back of his neck, yanking him towards himself forcefully!
