The ugly man was lifted up by Chu Yang like a little chick.
Chu Yang looked at him with cold, indifferent eyes, "Who sent you here?"
The ugly man writhed like a worm, struggling in Chu Yang's grasp, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
Chu Yang's hand was like iron pincers, tightly gripping him.
Chu Yang continued, "You'd better answer the question I just asked you."
Finally, the ugly man stopped struggling and pleaded desperately, "No one sent me... I just wanted to extort some money... that's why I thought of this scheme."
Chu Yang frowned and asked coldly, "Oh? No one sent you? Or are you too scared to tell?"
The ugly man hurriedly said, "No, really, no one sent me."
"I'm just too lazy, since I don't have any real skills, I wanted to get some money to spend, which is why I came up with this idea."
Chu Yang asked, "Why did you choose Qingcao Hall and not some other drugstore?"
