"Shut up, what do you mean by that?" The fierce looks on the faces of the four burly men changed dramatically as they realized Xiao Han's implication, which only made the situation more terrifying.
If something were to happen to the old man, none of them would survive.
"Three."
But Xiao Han didn't listen to them and continued the countdown.
"I told you to shut up." One of the burly men roared angrily as he threw a punch at Xiao Han's face.
The apothecary gasped in shock and reached out to pull Xiao Han back, but it was already too late.
Xiao Han's expression remained unchanged as he slightly sidestepped, avoiding the burly man's punch amidst gasps of surprise from the crowd.
"Two."
The complexions of the four burly men worsened; they no longer tried to attack Xiao Han but instead looked at the old man with worry.
"One."
As Xiao Han finished the final count, the old man's face suddenly flushed with color, and he opened his eyes with a start.
