An hour later, a white Volkswagen stopped in front of a remote drug store on the outskirts of Nancheng.
A group of six or seven hooligans with dyed red hair were squatting around the drug store, tasked with preventing anyone from entering and purchasing herbs.
As for the owner of the drug store, they had already "greeted" him. For the next month, without their orders, he was not allowed to sell herbs to anyone. If he was caught secretly selling herbs, his store would be destroyed, and his life would be ruined.
"Brother Damao, another fool has come to buy herbs!" Seeing the white Volkswagen pull up, a red-haired thug sneered.
"Humph! Later, you take a few guys and teach them a lesson, make them scram early! If they don't listen, beat them to death!" Damao said arrogantly.
The car door opened, and Zhang Xiaohao and his two companions got out, glancing at the very remote drug store in front of them.
