"What kind of tone is that? What kind of attitude?" Upon hearing Ning Shucheng's clearly hostile and defiant tone, the portly man from the Island Country with a handlebar mustache burst into a thunderous rage. His face darkened as he bellowed, "You bastard!"
What is with this tone, this attitude? We are esteemed citizens of the great Japan Island Country! Is this tone meant to look down on us?
"Young Ning, what…?" Even Director Lin's expression changed slightly. He couldn't understand why Ning Shucheng would react this way upon seeing them.
"Sorry, Uncle Lin. It seems you've forgotten. Our Hundred Herbs Hall refuses to treat Island Country People," Ning Shucheng stated coldly. He then turned around, apparently ready to leave.
"Wait, Young Ning, wait! Let's talk this over. Does Hundred Herbs Hall really have such a rule?" Director Lin quickly stopped him, his eyes darting about with a guilty flicker.
