28: You are not worthy of being an alum.

The sound of disco music resumed in the dance hall, the intense notes striking everyone's heartstrings, and everyone was waiting for Ye Lin's performance.

Ye Lin was now in a situation where he had no choice but to act, so he might as well be direct.

He opened the packet of white powder he held, lightly dipped a little, and put it into his mouth.

The expression on the faces of the people opposite him softened.

However, Ye Lin's brows furrowed, and he scooped a large chunk of white powder into his mouth again.

Then his face changed drastically, and he directly "spit" "spit" out the white powder in his mouth.

Immediately following, he kicked the table in the middle, making it creak loudly.

"What's the meaning of this? Mad Face, do you think I don't know you're selling fakes?"

This wasn't drugs at all; it was alum. He didn't know how much drug was added, but alum definitely accounted for over 80%.

Alum is a white crystal and a common ingredient in traditional Chinese medicine. It tastes sour and astringent, and Ye Lin recognized it on the first taste.

This damn Mad Face was indeed selling fake goods.

No wonder Wang Lao San said earlier that Mad Face was dishonest. Wang Lao San probably knew, but he had no choice but to buy such inferior goods to satisfy his addiction.

Ye Lin's kick also angered a few of the subordinates, who all pulled out their machetes from behind them and pointed them at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you trying to act tough in front of our Mad Face?"

The gleaming blades were hidden amidst the booming music. The people in the dance hall upfront couldn't hear what was happening in the back at all.

Mad Face sat calmly on the sofa, composed.

"Sit, sit, A Sheng, my brother." This time, Mad Face's attitude was much better, and the sinister expression on his face was gone.

Ye Lin knew that this meant he was truly acknowledged.

"Put down your knives! We're here to do business, don't scare our guest."

The few subordinates put down their long knives as instructed, but their gazes at Ye Lin were still not friendly.

"Sit for what? I'm here on behalf of my boss to pick up goods, and you give me this kind of stuff? And you're selling it for 2000? Is the cost even 2 yuan? Are we doing business or not?" Ye Lin fumed, his saliva almost splattering onto Mad Face's face.

Mad Face stood up, gently patted Ye Lin's shoulder, and pulled him to sit beside him: "Brother, it's all a misunderstanding. We got it wrong; a few of my subordinates picked up the wrong goods."

"Come on, give our Brother Sheng the good stuff."

At Mad Face's command, a subordinate sitting nearby pulled out a more exquisitely packaged white powder from his back pants pocket.

"Brother Sheng, try this. It's absolutely good stuff."

Ye Lin picked it up, examined it carefully, reached in to take a little out, and lightly put it into his mouth.

In just an instant, he understood. This was the real deal, very stimulating.

Ye Lin's facial muscles tensed tightly, feeling as if his whole body was exerting force.

Mad Face smiled. He had seen too many addicts, and it was always like this; once you took even one puff of this stuff, you were done for.

No matter how arrogant this A Sheng was, he would eventually come begging for him.

Aside from a few subordinates who showed envious expressions because they themselves were addicts, the others showed triumphant looks, having dealt with one.

Since Ye Lin had consumed little, his consciousness recovered a trace of clarity in less than 2 minutes.

At this moment, the system's voice suddenly rang in his mind:

"Detected host's body is poisoned. Do you want to use [Detoxification Card]?"

Damn, when did this dog-system become so intelligent, even with automatic detection?

Use it, why wouldn't I use it? Do I want to get addicted?

"Ding, host chose to use [Detoxification Card], remaining uses: 1."

Ye Lin felt a warm current flow through his body, and the discomfort from having taken the drug disappeared instantly.

He opened his eyes, surrounded by pairs of ill-intentioned eyes, staring at him like wolves.

Mad Face's face showed a half-smile, half-sneer.

"Brother A Sheng, how's the goods?"

"Good, this is legitimate stuff. My boss should be satisfied," Ye Lin said, nodding.

"Then how much goods does Brother A Sheng intend to buy?"

"1 million!" Ye Lin said emphatically.

"Hiss—"

A gasp of surprise echoed through the scene. 1 million, that's no small sum. They only sold a few tens of thousands of yuan worth of goods in a night. They had never done business as grand as 1 million directly.

"This is the first batch. I'll need it once every month," Ye Lin continued to drop the bombshell.

Even Mad Face couldn't sit still now. If he had such a stable channel for goods, who would want to squat in this bar all day selling loose goods, which not only paid little but also carried high risks.

"Brother A Sheng, you can't just say anything. Can you really handle such a large quantity of goods?"

"You don't need to ask about that. Just tell me if you can get the goods, the high-quality kind from just now. Price is not an issue."

"Alright, but we need cash."

"Okay, but I also have one condition: I want your boss to personally come for the transaction."

As soon as Ye Lin said this, it immediately caused Mad Face's displeasure.

His face darkened, and he said in a harsh tone, "What does Brother A Sheng mean by this?"

Ye Lin unhurriedly picked up a bottle of beer from the floor, took two sips, and stood in front of Mad Face, saying condescendingly:

"For a business this big, I don't talk to errand boys."

"You're not worthy!"

"Damn it, what did you say? This is our Mad Face!" A few subordinates, seeing that Ye Lin dared to insult their boss like this, all jumped out.

Long knives were once again pointed at Ye Lin.

Mad Face slowly stood up, pushed aside the long hair in front of his face, revealing another face. A knife scar, like a disgusting caterpillar, crawled across his face.

Mad Face pointed to the knife scar on his face, tilted his head, and said, "You think I'm not worthy? This knife scar was left when I was hunted by more than a dozen people, but in the end, they all went to hell, and only I am still alive."

"Now you think I'm not worthy?"

"Not worthy!" Ye Lin replied word by word, his eyes fixed on Mad Face, completely unafraid.

Mad Face's face twisted. If it weren't for this guy in front of him bringing such a big business, just looking at his arrogant face would be enough for him to die a hundred times over.

"F*ck, you just cursed my big brother, I'll chop you to death!"

Under the standoff, one subordinate finally couldn't hold back, and the long knife in his hand slashed towards Ye Lin.

Ye Lin slightly dodged, and Ghost Foot Seven's Ghost Foot, like a venomous snake in the dark night, heavily kicked the subordinate's head.

The subordinate's body went limp from the kick, and he fell headfirst onto the liquor table.

Once one person moved, the others followed suit. A long knife whizzed past Ye Lin.

Ye Lin directly delivered a flying kick to his stomach.