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His Thunderstorm Hall were fine, how could he have encountered any trouble.    

After listening to Zhang Jiuxuan's explanation, Ning Xiaolei finally understood that someone had run off to touch porcelain.    

He had seen porcelain on the way, but he had never seen porcelain in a shop before.    

According to Zhang Jiuxuan, someone bought their medicine mud. Today, they came to the hospital to tell Zhang that the medicine mud was not only useless, but also counterproductive, causing them to lose too much blood after using it. They had to stay in the hospital for a long time before waking up.    

And now, that person was making a ruckus at Thunderstorm Hall with his family, which greatly affected Thunderstorm Hall's business.    

"I really want to see who has eaten the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard to dare to have such crooked thoughts."    

Ning Xiaolei's eyes flashed with a cold light, he drove his Bentley cross-country car straight towards Thunderstorm Hall.    

He was extremely clear on the medicinal paste he refined.    

Even if it was useless, it wouldn't be counterproductive.    

When he arrived at Thunderstorm Hall, Ning Xiaolei saw a group of people gathered outside of Thunderstorm Hall gate, watching the show.    

"Like I said, how can there be such a magical thing in this world? Something really went wrong."    

"Yeah, I was planning to buy one, but luckily I didn't."    

"Disperse, disperse. I have seen many of these deceptive things, they have already come knocking on my door, why are they not quickly paying the price for this Thunderstorm Hall?"    

"…"    

Listening to the surrounding people's discussion, Ning Xiaolei pushed his way in with an ashen face.    

"Young Master, you're finally here."    

When Zhang Jiuxuan saw Ning Xiaolei, he hurriedly came forward with a face full of joy.    

It was fine to let him fight and kill, but he really couldn't handle this kind of matter.    

"It's them?" Ning Xiaolei looked at the noisy people in the shop and a cold light flashed across his eyes.    

"You're the boss here?" Hearing the way Zhang Jiuxuan addressed Ning Xiaolei, a middle-aged man came over and asked in a stern voice.    

Ning Xiaolei nodded. He wanted to see what the other party would say.    

"My son used your medicinal paste, but not only did it not stop bleeding, it even made him bleed. He went to the hospital and spent a lot of money to stop it, so you have to compensate us for our losses."    

The man pointed at Ning Xiaolei and said in an extremely serious tone.    

"Can I give you 10 million?" Ning Xiaolei's mouth curved into a sneer as he jokingly asked.    

The man was stunned by Ning Xiaolei's question and didn't understand the situation.    

But right after, he joyfully said, "Alright, give me ten million. I still need you all to apologize in front of everyone and admit that your Thunderstorm Hall is selling for fake goods."    

"Isn't this request of yours a bit too much? I didn't think that we were fake." Ning Xiaolei laughed even more. He had some guesses in his mind.    

If it was only an average person who wanted to extort some money, they would not have brought up such a request.    

"No, you must publicly declare it to be a fake. It would be best if you close the shop. I don't want more innocent people to get hurt." The man said with a righteous look on his face.    

"Ha ha!" Ning Xiaolei suddenly started laughing happily, causing everyone to feel baffled.    

Under the crowd's gaze, Ning Xiaolei lifted the man's collar and carried him out of the shop like a little chick, throwing him onto the ground.    

Looking at the disbelieving expression on the man's face, Ning Xiaolei took out his phone and directly made a call to the demon spirit.    

"Uncle Zhang, chase those inside out."    

Ning Xiaolei said to Wu Jun.    

Zhang Jiuxuan didn't hesitate to chase the panicked faces inside away. Even the guy who pretended to have lost too much blood was lifted up by him and thrown out of the shop.    

"Don't even think about running, whoever runs there will have their legs broken by me. This is just the right time to let everyone know whether or not our Thunderstorm Hall is real."    

Outside the shop, Ning Xiaolei looked at them coldly and said.