Old Yang, Pretending to be Fragile?
“Ask you?”
The leader at the Nurture Realm sneered, "We're here for a bloody business with your master. Do you want to stand in for him?" Saying that, several burly men surrounded the grain-carrying convoy.
Old Yang's face changed dramatically, and the few guards escorting him also looked nervous. Obviously, the guards were no match for these thugs from the Liu family.
In front of the Gu's Grain Store, the situation became tense.
The once bustling Shangjing Long Street now had pedestrians stopping in their tracks. Some hid in nearby teahouses and taverns, while others hurriedly went home, glancing furtively through their windows.
Whispers could be heard from time to time.
"What's happening to the Gu’s Grain Store? Did they offend the wrong people?"
"You weren't here earlier. Didn't you hear these people saying they are from the Liu family in Linjiang City?"