At this moment, it was almost nine in the evening. It was the peak. hours for the average working ss


    as they had gotten off work. Outside Mercy Pharmacy, three long queues had formed.


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    One line was designated for regr medicine, another for holistic, and the third was for those who were


    there for consultation with the physician.


    Nash walked to the queue for holistic medicine and silently stood at the back of the line.


    Mercy Pharmacy was located in the central area of the entire street. There were arge number of


    rental houses nearby, so the business here was much better than Tanner Group Pharmacy, which was


    on Ancient Street.


    After entering the pharmacy, Nash looked around and quickly noticed a withered herb in a cab. The


    leaf at the center resembled a willow leaf, and it was surrounded by centipede-looking roots. It was the


    Eremochloa, named for its resemnce to a centipede.


    “Excuse me… Excuse me…”


    Suddenly, there was amotion at the back. A pale-faced young man had entered while being


    surrounded by three muscr men. The people in the queue were pushed aside but dared not speak


    up when they saw the fierce-looking group.


    At this point, Nash had reached the front of the line.


    “I want


    “Fuck what you want! Didn’t you hear us telling you to step aside?”


    One of the burly men reached out and pushed Nash.


    Nash raised his hand, grabbing the man’s before kicking forward.


    The burly man fell to the ground on his knees. With a forceful twist of Nash’s wrist, a crisp crack sound


    echoed from the man’s outstretched right hand.


    “Ah!! You little punk, you dare hit me-”


    The burly man winced in pain, and a murderous look appeared in his eyes.


    Nash released his grip and then kicked the burly man in the abdomen, sending him flying like a ball.


    The others were about to step forward, but the fair-faced young man, raised his hand to stop them.


    Nash nced at them indifferently and asked, “Don’t you know that you should wait in line?”


    One of them narrowed their eyes and said, “Kid, we’re from Capiton!”


    Upon hearing that they were from Capiton, the others queuing up instinctively moved farther away.


    Capiton was a ce with unassuming powerful people, full of elite families and the children of officials.


    Nash smiled. “So what? Do people from Capiton not need to wait in line?”


    “Our young sir wants to buy things so yeah, he doesn’t need to wait in line!”


    The burly man took out a check from his pocket and swiftly wrote a line of numbers on it with a pen.


    Tearing the check from the book, he handed it to Nash, saying, “Here’s a hundred thousand. Vacate the


    spot immediately!”


    He could tell that this young man was a martial artist. His young sir was severely poisoned, his strength


    not even at 1% of his peak. Their group would lose if they were to act recklessly.


    A hundred thousand dors? Just to give up a spot?


    The onlookers’ gazes were filled with excitement. They were eager to swap ces with Nash.


    Nash looked at the check in the burly man’s hand and fell silent. It was a substantial amount for him to


    just give up his spot. It did not seem like a bad deal.


    Just as he was about to reach for the check, an elderly man in his 80s hurriedly walked out from the


    inner hall. “I didn’t know you’d be honoring us with your presence, Mr. Kennedy. I apologize for not.


    weing you properly. Please forgive me!”


    The silver-haired old man was dressed in a traditional suit, with anxiety and nervousness written all


    over his face. When he noticed the pale-faced young man, his pupils narrowed slightly. “Mr. Kennedy,


    please have a seat. Let me check your pulse first!”


    When he noticed Nash blocking Mr. Kennedy, the old man’s expression turned cold. “Step aside! I need


    to treat Mr. Kennedy!”