Zangi was rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking innocent, clearly unaware of what had happened. “What are you doing here, Mr. Quaker? Here to get some herbs?”

“You set me up, brat!” Mr. Quaker seized Zangi by the collar.

At the same time, someone nearby egged him on. “Hold your horses, bro! Don’t let this get out of hand- we may have cause, but we shouldn’t push them too far!”

“He conned over a mil off me, and you’re telling me to calm down?!”

Mr. Quaker laughed coldly, dragging Zangi out from behind the counter and bellowing, “Where’s your owner? Tell him to get over here!”

The other store hands knew that Mr. Quaker was here to cause trouble. As such, they hurried off to get the apothecary owner and refrained from getting on Mr. Quaker’s nerves.

Soon, the apothecary owner arrived, and seeing a familiar face, he quickly asked, “What brings you here, Mr. Quaker?”