The Immortal Pill Box, it was something that Shen Binan’s father, Shen Aohong, entrusted to Fang Yi.
Back when Shen Aohong acquired this thing, he went through numerous trials and almost lost his life. Later, the Fang Family set their sights on him and he nearly didn’t survive.
In the end, Shen Aohong handed the Immortal Pill Box over to Fang Yi.
Though Fang Yi wasn’t yet clear about what was inside the Immortal Pill Box, he could roughly guess that it contained some kind of ’mystical elixir’.
Shen Aohong had cancer, and even with today’s advanced technology or Fang Yi’s medical skills, it couldn’t be cured; he could only rely on the Immortal Pill Box.
So, could Fang Yi hand over the Immortal Pill Box? Is that possible?
However, Fang Yi thereby thought of something.
Naturally, the existence of the Immortal Pill Box should be known only to the Fang Family, so how would Song Lejun know about it?
Firstly, Shen Aohong certainly wouldn’t go around talking wildly, nor would Shen Binan, and Shen Xiaoxiao even less.
The only explanation is that there is a traitor in the Fang Family.
But this is quite normal. In a large family like the Fang Family, if there weren’t one or two traitors, it would be a miracle.
No family has ever been truly transparent like water. Where there are people, there are disputes; where there are families, there must be a struggle of interests, so it’s no surprise that there are ambitious people, and thus, traitors.
Fang Yi looked at Song Lejun, who was approaching him, and also lowered his voice, saying slowly, "You should know that asking me for this thing here is futile."
Song Lejun chuckled, "Of course I know you won’t hand it over easily. How about this, you name your price."
"The price I name, you can’t afford."
"Then I am sorry, since I can’t afford that price, I’ll have to use other means." Song Lejun said.
"Looks like you really came prepared."
"Though I am mad, that doesn’t mean I’m a fool, does it?"
"If that’s the case, then there’s nothing to talk about."
"I knew you would refuse, so, the show will commence bit by bit now."
Song Lejun, gripping the iron hammer, circled around Fang Yi, walked to the table, and in front of everyone, picked up a piece of meat with his fingers and threw it into his mouth, making a shrill slurping sound.
After eating a piece of roasted meat, Song Lejun smacked his lips and laughed, "It’s not bad, pity this barbecue place will be closing tonight, and such delicious food will never be served again."
Song Lejun spoke loudly so that everyone present could hear it. Song He followed with a smug smile on his face, while the elder Song Que simply smiled indifferently.
Ying Zheng and Rong Quan wanted to speak, however, they knew they were not in any position to do so, so they sat there sullenly, not knowing what to do, and even if they spoke, it would be to no avail.
Song Lejun was still holding that big iron hammer as if ready to smash things at any moment, when suddenly, he exclaimed.
It wasn’t just him; everyone else followed his gaze and was slightly stunned.
Because Fang Yi had walked to the door of the hall and shut the barbecue store’s door.
"Oh, is this a plan to lock the door?" Song Lejun’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"You guessed right." Fang Yi said lightly.
"Not necessarily." Song Lejun said, "Didn’t I say, the show has only just begun." Follow current novels on novel-fire.ɴet
As he spoke, Song Lejun’s mouth curled into a grin, revealing a row of white teeth, and a smile spread across his face.
Song Lejun snapped his fingers.
Then, a group of people emerged from the kitchen passage.