Master Chen brought a group of Martial Artist-looking thugs, along with some Spiritual Cuisine Masters from the Spiritual Cuisine Master Association, looking aggressive, blocking the entrance of the Taoyao Pavilion.
"I've said it several times, not selling means not selling. The Taoyao Pavilion has been operating for over twenty years, and just this land is worth no less than 200,000 taels."
The usually amiable owner was also clearly displeased.
Ever since Master Ji passed away, Master Chen has been eyeing the Taoyao Pavilion covetously.
"If you won't sell, then we'll remove the Spiritual Food Restaurant's sign. In your building, two head chefs have died one after another, clearly under a curse. I want to see who would still dare to come to the Taoyao Pavilion!"
Master Chen sneered.
