"We have nothing to do with the City Patrol Guard..." The woman's voice trembled as she spoke, retreating into the shop.
"The shop is to be ransacked, and everyone inside is to be killed," Pan Qi's voice carried a hint of ice-cold firmness.
Ding Huan took out twenty Crystal Stones and tossed them onto the counter, "I'll take this talisman pen, here are the Crystal Stones."
The white-bearded elder acted as if he hadn't heard Ding Huan's words; his shop had a powerful backer, the East City Association.
But facing Pan Qi, not to mention one East City Association, even several wouldn't dare to come out.
Whether it was the East City Association or Iron Power Alliance, they were organizations allowed under Pan Qi's permission; without it, they wouldn't have the slightest qualification to mix in this place.
"Wait, bring over that guy with the backpack."