Mr. Qi, the village chief, wore a grave expression as he paced back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back, trouble had certainly found its way to them.
"Xiaolong, come here for a second, your herbal chickens are probably being targeted," he said.
After a moment of contemplation, Mr. Qi decided to call Chen Xiaolong over first.
With his own abilities, Mr. Qi admitted to himself that he was unable to resolve this situation, which underscored its difficulty.
"Hmm?"
Chen Xiaolong's brow furrowed, and a bad premonition flashed through his mind.
The past half month had been going too smoothly, so smoothly that it felt almost unreal.
It seemed that someone did not want him to continue being comfortable.
"Mr. Qi,"