Chapter 500 Are you seeing this, is it real?_1
"Martial Artist?!"
"What is a Martial Artist?!"
Some people still didn’t know what a martial artist was, and someone immediately explained, "Damn, you don’t even know what a martial artist is? Do you know that the Dingjing branch of the Martial Alliance was recruiting the other day? Martial artists are like those characters in martial arts novels who know kung fu!"
"I heard that the head of the Weicheng Martial Arts School, Chen Weicheng, is just a Profound Martial Artist, but I never expected this girl to be as powerful as Master Chen!"
Gasps of astonishment rose from the crowd at the door as several men with obviously ill intentions glanced at the girl warily and quickly abandoned their ill-conceived plans. They might not know much about martial artists, but they knew about the Weicheng Martial Arts School. They couldn’t afford to offend someone as powerful as Chen Weicheng.
The girl paused briefly, noticing Jiang Chen’s gaze. She turned her head, glanced at the crowd, and said with a smile, "Why remind them? People like them just deserve a beating!"
Jiang Chen was taken aback for a moment. He hadn’t expected the girl to have already spotted those men’s sinister plot. He couldn’t help but laugh lightly and said, "You’re quite clever, but those guys are just street ruffians. If you mess with them and you don’t cripple them in one go, the annoyance alone will bother you to death! It’s better to make them wary, so they don’t dare to provoke us."
"Mmm!" The girl nodded in agreement and suddenly beamed with a smile, "Brother, you’re a good person. My name’s Fu Ling’er. What’s yours?"
"My name is Jiang Chen." Suddenly being issued a ’good guy’ card, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but smile wryly.
"Brother Jiang Chen, I’m going to go now!" Fu Ling’er waved to Jiang Chen and turned to head for the door.
"Wait a second."
A call rang out, and Chen Peiru stepped out from behind the counter. He glanced at the oil-paper wrapped bundle in Jiang Chen’s hand and turned to look at Fu Ling’er, "Young lady, you’re an herbalist from the mountains, aren’t you? What did you mean by your words just now? Why did you want to sell to our shop at first, but now you’re selling to him? And you also said good medicine should be sold to someone who understands it. Are you implying I don’t know as much about medicine as he does?"