"Don't boast, Master Han isn't like Jin Jiu! He's formidable!" Lin Wanxi rolled her eyes, feeling a bit anxious inside.
At this moment, Lin Zhiguo walked in from outside.
"Wanxi, weren't we supposed to deliver the medicinal herbs this morning? It's already noon, why haven't they been sent over?"
"Has something gone wrong?"
Lin Zhiguo inquired.
Lin Wanxi's face darkened, "Indeed, something went wrong. Ma Kuiyuan just called."
"He said the delivery truck was stopped halfway by Master Han's men and sent back; it's not coming."
What?
Lin Zhiguo was startled, "Master Han? Black Panther Han Tieshan?"
"Exactly." Lin Wanxi nodded.
"How did we end up offending Master Han? We haven't wronged him at all." Lin Zhiguo's face turned hopeless.
Humph!
Lin Wanxi snorted coldly, "It must be Zhang Peng who contacted him, preventing us from getting the herbs."
