Terence Liao held Warren Wu's bank card in his iron grip, then casually tossed Warren to the ground.
How could Warren possibly be a match for him?
With that throw, Warren crashed to the ground, landing face-first like a dog eating dirt.
“What the…”
Lucy Lu was stunned by Terence Liao's sudden move, and instantly turned to look at Evan Lin, her eyes full of worry.
Nearby, Harvey Liao glanced at Warren Wu sprawled on the ground, then looked over at Evan Lin and grinned. “Hey, kid, listen to my uncle. If you don’t have money, don’t bother hanging around here. Medicine King Valley isn’t a place just anyone can visit.”
“Didn’t you just say your so-called master is a big shot, and that Medicine King Valley’s Valley Master and elders would have to kneel to invite him out? If your master’s so amazing, why are you coming to Medicine King Valley to get someone to treat you? You should just go back to wherever you came from.”
Harvey Liao took it for granted that Evan Lin was going to Medicine King Valley to beg for some spiritual medicine to cure an illness.
People who head to Medicine King Valley are either seeking medicine for treatment or hoping to become a Guardian. But looking at Evan Lin—his height and build—he clearly didn’t look like a fighter, so Harvey immediately ruled that out.
“Is there really anyone in this world who could make the Valley Master and elders of Medicine King Valley kneel to greet him? That guy must be out of his mind!”
"If you don’t have money, just leave. Stop getting in the way."
"Yeah, why are you still standing there? Or why don’t you ask your so-called master to show up?"
Everyone on the donkey cart burst out laughing.
"You think this is funny?" Evan Lin said coolly, glancing at everyone on the cart before fixing his gaze on Terence Liao standing at the front.
Terence Liao grinned. "What, you not convinced?"
He clenched his fists, looking ready to fight, and stared at Evan Lin like a predator eyeing its prey.
Evan Lin couldn’t be bothered to argue and simply walked forward.
"Is that guy looking for trouble?"
"What’s he doing—trying to start a fight?"
Seeing Evan Lin walking toward Terence Liao, everyone on the cart froze for a moment—then quite a few burst out laughing.
"If you don’t have money, just leave. Stop getting in the way."
"Yeah, why are you still standing there? Or why don’t you ask your so-called master to show up?"
Everyone on the donkey cart burst out laughing.
"You think this is funny?" Evan Lin said coolly, glancing at everyone on the cart before fixing his gaze on Terence Liao standing at the front.
Terence Liao grinned. "What, you not convinced?"
He clenched his fists, looking ready to fight, and stared at Evan Lin like a predator eyeing its prey.
Evan Lin couldn’t be bothered to argue and simply walked forward.
"Is that guy looking for trouble?"
"What’s he doing—trying to start a fight?"
Seeing Evan Lin walking toward Terence Liao, everyone on the cart froze for a moment—then quite a few burst out laughing.
Hearing Terence Liao announce his background, everyone on the cart suddenly looked at Evan Lin with a hint of pity.
At the same time, their eyes toward Terence burned with excitement.
Not everyone going to Medicine King Valley is guaranteed entry, but if they can get in good with a Guardian like him, things will go way smoother!
Thinking this, quite a few started plotting how to strike up a conversation with Terence Liao.
In everyone’s eyes, Terence Liao’s hand was just about to grab the boy’s throat!
"Ant-like thing, and you dare be arrogant? Kneel!" Evan Lin’s eyebrows twitched as he let out a cold snort.
With that one word—
It was like a thunderclap!
To Terence Liao, Evan’s words exploded in his ears like muffled thunder.
His hand, which had seemed unstoppable, suddenly froze in midair the very next second!
"What the—?!"
Terence Liao was horrified—his body suddenly wouldn’t move at all!
The others on the donkey cart, ready to watch the show, hadn’t heard Evan’s words. All they saw was Terence Liao’s body freeze mid-motion, his hand stuck in front of the boy, unable to move an inch!
"Uncle, beat him up!"
Harvey Liao’s smile froze, panic taking over.
Just as he finished yelling, Evan reached out, lightly tapped Terence Liao on the head, and with a thunderous crash, Terence dropped to his knees!
Terence’s face turned ashen, his knees smashing into the ground and carving out two deep pits!
"Uncle!"
Harvey Liao’s face went pale. He shouted, rushing forward, but tripped over a stone and landed face-first, eating dirt in a mess!
"Take the card. Get on the cart."
Evan Lin spoke coolly. Warren Wu snapped out of it, grinned, and hurried over, snatching the bank card from Terence Liao’s hand. He chuckled, "Sorry, old man, you really asked for this."
Warren handed the card to the white-clothed mule-driver, who took the money and glanced impatiently at Terence Liao still kneeling on the ground. "You done kneeling? Time’s up, we gotta go!"
To outsiders, Terence Liao, a former Medicine King Valley Guardian, might seem untouchable, but to these white-clothed guides, Guardians are basically on the same level as them—respect isn’t guaranteed.
But when the mule-driver looked at Evan Lin, now boarding the cart, there was clear surprise in his eyes.
This young kid—his strength is anything but ordinary!