I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

The hall fell silent for a moment, and the atmosphere became heavy.

At this point, the three of them realized that something was wrong.

In their eyes, Wang Wei was only at the first level of the Tribulation Force Origin, yet he slapped down Yang Wei, who was at the sixth level.

This can only mean one thing—the owner of this "no rip-offs off the poor" shop is far more powerful than them.

Bai Zhi and Xin Zheng exchanged a glance and spoke almost simultaneously: "Worth it!"

The two reacted extremely quickly.

Wang Wei's strength far surpasses theirs. Even though they are from the five major families, if Wang Wei were to harm them now, no matter how powerful their families are, they would not be able to save them.

They were able to see that family strength was not the same as their own strength.

We cannot act arrogantly now, and we certainly cannot use our family connections to intimidate others.

Wang Wei was slightly disappointed upon hearing this.

How can we let him extort money from us with a legitimate reason, when he's so sensible?

He's waiting for someone to show off their connections or send people to help him.

Unfortunately, none of them cooperated.

"Hmm." Wang Wei nodded helplessly. "Since you're already in the store, let's talk. Are you here to ask the secretary or to settle things?"

Bai Zhi's eyes darted around, and she spoke first: "Question. I want to know—where do you come from?"

In her view, settling things would come at too high a price, and she didn't know what kind of trouble she would face.

It's better to ask a simple question to avoid financial loss and potential disaster.

Once we leave this place, there are plenty of ways to deal with this shop owner.

"Hmm." Wang Wei pondered for a moment, "This problem, 100,000 vials of energy liquid."

Bai Zhi's eyes widened, thinking she had misheard: "How much?"

"One hundred thousand units," Wang Wei repeated calmly.

Bai Zhi's face darkened: "You...you're asking for this price..."

"Our store operates with integrity, offers fair pricing, and treats everyone honestly, young and old alike," Wang Wei said earnestly. "These are market prices."

Bai Zhi took a deep breath and quickly changed her words: "Then let me ask another one..."

Wang Wei raised his hand to interrupt her, kindly reminding her, "One question, one price; new questions will be calculated anew. Since you raised the previous question, you have to pay."

Bai Zhi was so choked up that she couldn't speak.

She finally understood why the store was called "No Cheating on the Poor".

Asking or not asking, it's all a trap.

Suddenly, Xin Zheng spoke up: "I'd also like to ask the secretary. I'd like to know—your name."

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi and Yang Shao on the ground both looked at Xin Zheng.

This kid's using this trick?

The mysterious shop owner initially said that this problem could be solved by paying for ten bottles of energy liquid.

Although ten sticks are painful, they are still within my tolerance range and are millions of times better than 100,000 sticks of Angelica dahurica.

"This problem," Wang Wei said calmly, "is 100,000 vials of energy liquid."

"What?!" Xin Zheng exclaimed, no longer calm. "You just said that only ten vials of energy liquid were needed!"

"You said it yourself, that was just now," Wang Wei said without changing his expression. "Now it's up to 100,000 units. Market fluctuations are normal."

Xin Zhengqiang suppressed his anger: "What kind of market price is this, with your exorbitant asking price?"

"You clearly don't understand the market," Wang Wei patiently explained. "As the saying goes, investment involves risk, and caution is advised when entering a store. Prices fluctuate with the market; isn't that normal?"

Xin Zheng's face turned a deep purplish-red, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Wang Wei looked at Yang Wei on the ground and asked with interest, "Impotence? Do you want to know the truth or settle the matter?"

Yang Shao's face darkened; he wished he could die on the spot.

But he still didn't dare to lash out.

In order not to follow in the footsteps of Bai Zhi and Xin Zheng, he thought long and hard, and then said with a forced smile, "I...I want to settle this matter."

Wang Wei's eyes lit up, and his tone became more enthusiastic: "That's right! This is my specialty. If you have any problems, just tell me, there's nothing I can't handle."

That's exactly what Wang Wei really thought.

If you encounter something the secret master doesn't know, you'll have to waste security points to deduce it.

Settling disputes is much simpler: whoever has the bigger fist is right.

Yang Shao glanced at Xin Zheng and Bai Zhi, hesitated for a moment, and then gritted his teeth and said, "I would like to ask you to slap them both as well."

The hall was silent for a second.

"Damn it!" Xin Zheng immediately bristled, losing his usual composure. "Young Master Yang, what do you mean?"

With half his face swollen, Yang Shao said defiantly, "I can't be the only one who gets beaten up, can I? How embarrassing would that be if word got out? How would I ever face anyone in Imperial Star City again?"

Bai Zhi was also dumbfounded.

She knew Yang Shao was unreliable, but she never expected him to trick her like this.

This is dragging them down with it.

"Sure." Wang Wei smiled. "I'll give you a 50% discount, 100,000 bottles of energy liquid."

Yang Shao instantly broke down: "One hundred thousand? Why another one hundred thousand?"

Wang Wei analyzed carefully, "Xin Zheng is the fourth son of the Xin family patriarch, and Bai Zhi is the seventh daughter of the Bai family patriarch. As the five major families of Dixing City, the people from the Bai and Xin families will naturally be more expensive. It's the law of the market: you get what you pay for."

Yang Shao was completely speechless.

He blurted out, "You know that? You didn't have this many concerns when you hit me earlier!"

"Ahem." Wang Wei coughed lightly and waved his hand. "The three of you don't need to waste your time. Just pay up. Also, this is a small business, so we don't offer credit."

The three of them exchanged glances, their faces extremely grim.

They couldn't produce 100,000 vials of energy liquid.

Unless the family intervenes.

Just as the stalemate was reaching its conclusion, a commotion broke out outside the store.

A deep, booming voice rang out: "Who dares to harm the young master of the Yang family in Imperial Star City?"

Outside the shop, a middle-aged man strode over with a powerful stride.

He was burly, with wide-open, tiger-like eyes, and exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

Behind him followed a dozen or so servants dressed in Yang family uniforms, each exuding an extraordinary aura.

"Sixth Uncle!" Yang Shao exclaimed with joy, scrambling to his feet. "Sixth Uncle, save me!"

Bai Zhi and Xin Zheng also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Reinforcements have arrived.

Yang's sixth uncle, a master of the tenth level of Origin Realm, is also a prominent figure in Emperor Star City.

Shouldn't this shop owner tone it down now?

The middle-aged man arrived at the shop door and raised his foot to kick it open.

Just then, an immense pressure, as if the sky were collapsing, poured down from all directions, like an invisible mountain, precisely striking the middle-aged man.

"Click—"

The "Sixth Uncle" that Yang Shao mentioned knelt down on the ground without warning.

His knee slammed against the stone floor with a dull thud.

The dozen or so servants behind him even lay prostrate on the ground.

The onlookers retreated, gasps of shock echoing through the crowd.

The tenth-level expert is defeated.

He knelt down before even entering the door.

The three people inside the shop instantly turned ashen-faced.

Yang Shao's heart skipped a beat, and as soon as he stood up, his legs went weak.

Bai Zhi's red lips parted slightly, her eyes filled with shock.

Tenth Rank! The one kneeling on the ground is a tenth-rank expert from the Yang family's origin!

Who exactly is this shop owner? What is his level of cultivation?

"Quick...go and call for help!" The middle-aged man managed to squeeze out four words through gritted teeth.

Inside the store, Wang Wei's eyes lit up.

Finally, a good person has arrived!

Greet people, the more the better.

Wang Wei was excited.

But his reaction had a different meaning in the eyes of Yang Shao and the other two.

He seemed to be really looking forward to it....

In the hall, Wang Wei smiled as he looked at the people lying on the ground outside, then turned back to look at the three numb "fat sheep".

"The three of you, what's your decision?"

He paused, then added, "Oh, right, we have another rule: we charge a consultation fee on time..."