"I…" At Zhao Jun's shout, the staff member faltered, his steps slowing.
Sellers usually brought their Ginseng in starting in the fall. The pharmacy knew that was the season for buying it, so they didn't stop anyone from coming to the second floor.
But Zhao Jun's arrival was unexpected. From the Lunar New Year until now, he was the very first person to show up selling Ginseng. Of course they were going to ask questions.
But asking was one thing; the staff member's attitude left Zhao Jun deeply displeased.
Seeing the man was still pointing at him, Zhao Jun roared, "Who the hell are you pointing at?"
Around the Northeast, pointing at people could easily get you a beating.
Judging by his face, Zhao Jun wasn't old. But he had thick brows and large eyes, and he'd spent years roaming the mountains. To put it dramatically, a hint of killing intent flickered in his eyes when he glared.
Or as the common folk would say, the kid looked vicious the moment he glared.
