The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a pair of fierce, triangular eyes and lumps of flesh prominently crisscrossing his face, forming patterns of flab. A faint aura of violence emanated from him, making him resemble an evil henchman under a Demon Lord.
Those of fainter heart might have their legs turn to jelly and their muscles go weak, immediately kneeling and begging for mercy if this middle-aged man merely glanced their way.
Upon entering the store, his gaze swept around, incessantly assessing the finished Elixir products behind the counters.
"Cut the crap, I give your boss fifteen minutes to come see me. Otherwise, I'll smash up this Longevity Hall today!" The middle-aged man barked with a bone-chilling sternness in his voice.
After his words fell, he struck one of the counters with a fierce blow.
Bang!
The counter was instantly shattered, its contents, the Elixirs and other items, scattering across the floor.
