Chapter 984
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Heiwei had five Little Tyrant protocrystals in his pocket. He was very nervous.
Although Heiwei admitted that the protocrystal did make him feel happy after trying it out, it even brought back the simple and pure happiness from his childhood that didn't require a Joy Potion.
However, Heiwei wasn't sure if other people who drank the Joy Potion would like it.
With this uncertain factor, Heiwei first eliminated the violent people in the city and chose some customers who were easier to communicate with.
At the same time, he needed a lot of protocrystals.
Heiwei bypassed the patrols and came to a residence near the alchemy factory.
This was the safest place in the city. The alchemy factories were managed by the mayor, so the people living nearby were relatively peaceful.
Heiwei came to the door of a clinic and knocked. A secret compartment appeared on the door, and a pair of eyes looked up and down at Heiwei before the door slowly opened.
He walked in, and a lanky man walked up to him.
"Heiwei, I thought you forgot about me."
The man wanted to give Heiwei a hug, but Heiwei directly dodged.
"I don't have time for nonsense."
Heiwei looked around. This was a clinic, and business was quite good.
People often got injured in the alchemy factory, so this was the place to treat them.
"Did you bring what I asked for?"
The doctor brought Heiwei deeper into the clinic, and Heiwei symbolically showed his pocket.
The two of them walked to an empty office.
Self-made Joy Potion was also illegal in this city, but the patrols usually turned a blind eye to this kind of case. If you were too ostentatious, you would still be arrested.
"Take it out and let me see its quality."
This wasn't the first time the doctor made a deal with Heiwei. He took out a bag of coins from under the desk and put it on the table. Heiwei could tell how much money was in the bag just by listening to the sound.
"This time, it's different."
Heiwei took out two dimly glowing protocrystals from his pocket.
There were many pharmacists who made Joy Potions in this city, and the potions they made were all different. However, the doctor had never seen a Joy Potion in the shape of a stone.
"What is this?"
The doctor picked up one of the protocrystals that Heiwei put on the table. He even put on a monocle to study the surface of the protocrystal.
However, this thing had no other effect other than glowing in his eyes.
"The new potion is called … Little Tyrant. It's very useful." Blacktail didn't even know how to describe the Origin Crystal anymore. The name that Josh had given it was a little too strange.
When the doctor heard Heiwei's answer, he sneered.
"Heiwei, I thought you were the most professional pharmacist on this block, but why are you playing such tricks? I only need the Laughter Mixture. "
The doctor tossed the crystal to Heiwei. Heiwei caught the crystal and remained silent for a while.
"You can try this. Those idiots from the Sewing Gang messed up my Alchemy Lab. The new Laughter Potion will take some time."
When Heiwei said this, the doctor suddenly stopped talking. He was looking behind Heiwei. Heiwei suddenly turned around and saw a tall figure … who had appeared behind him.
Its neck was suddenly grabbed, and its entire body was pushed against the wall again.
"Kid! Can you repeat what you just said? "
Heiwei recognized the guy who grabbed Heiwei's neck. He was the second-in-command of the Sewing Gang, Death Thread. He used both his hands to push Heiwei against the wall.
"If you cause trouble in my clinic again, the inspection team will be here." The doctor looked at the scene calmly. He stared at Death Thread and said in a threatening tone.
Death Thread snorted and threw Heiwei back to the ground.
"Doctor, don't believe this kid. The Laughter Mixture he made is just a bottle of water. It's not even as good as the Quest Cult's black water," Death Thread said coldly.
"Quest Cult? What those guys made was poison! You idiot … The more you drink, the faster you die! "
What Blacktail couldn't stand the most was that its technique of making the Mirth Mixture was slandered. It laughed loudly at the brains of the Sewing Gang.
"What about you? Using two stones to deceive people? Liars don't have the right to live in this city. " Death Thread seemed to know how to mock Heiwei. It was like a knife stabbing its self-esteem.
"You don't know the power of this thing, idiot!" Heiwei gritted its teeth and said, "It's much more effective than the Laughter Mixture!"
When Death Thread heard Heiwei's words, he was slightly moved. He wasn't stupid … The doctor was the supplier of the raw materials for the Laughter Mixture. Not many people in this city dared to provoke him.
The fact that Heiwei dared to sell this thing to the doctor showed that he was really confident in it.
"Show me one first." Death Thread threw one of the raw crystals that Heiwei had placed on the table to it.
Heiwei directly crushed the raw crystal, and a large number of inscriptions quickly poured into its body. Heiwei's breathing began to become rapid, but then it calmed down again. Its eyes also became a little brighter.
Death Thread followed Black Tail's instructions and crushed the Primordial Crystal in his hand. A large number of inscriptions quickly surged into his body, but he … could not feel anything.
"You lied to me again!" Death Thread suddenly grabbed Heiwei's chin. It hadn't drunk the Joy Mixture for a long time, and it was in a state of mania.
"Dead line," the doctor called his name coldly from the side.
"Don't worry … I won't kill it here." Death Thread grabbed Heiwei's collar and wanted to drag it out of the clinic.
However, Heiwei was already prepared. It picked up a knife hidden behind its back and stabbed Death Thread's arm.
Death Thread wailed and let go of Heiwei. Heiwei immediately ran out of the clinic.
"Catch that kid!" Death Thread's angry voice resounded throughout the clinic's corridor.
Two members of the Sewing Gang caught up with Heiwei, but Heiwei still pushed open the clinic's back door and came to the dirty alley behind the clinic.
It had only run a few steps when another member of the Sewing Gang rushed out from the other side of the alley.
Death Thread!
Heiwei glanced at the two members of the Sewing Gang who were slowly walking toward it. The man in front of it was holding a wooden stick in his hand.
"Damn it …" Heiwei clenched the dagger in his hand, ready to fight to the death.
The man in front of Heiwei raised the wooden stick in his hand and directly swung it. Heiwei wanted to use the dagger in his hand to block, but in the next second, an orange figure fell from the sky.
It was the Orange Cat!
It nimbly landed on the man's shoulder. Its sharp claws were enchanted with some magic, forming a sharp blade. The blade went straight through the man's neck. Blood gushed out and splashed on Heiwei's cheek.
Heiwei looked at the 'corpse' on the ground and the Orange Cat that was stepping on the body's back. There were some words in its mouth that it wanted to say, but it couldn't.
"Qianmian, you killed him just like that?"
"It's my professional instinct. I held back. This guy is not dead yet."
A man and a woman's voice came from Orange Cat's body again. Heiwei felt that his head was in a mess.
"Where?!"
But behind it … a group of seven members of the Sewing Gang appeared.
Heiwei was too lazy to think too much. It wanted to escape immediately.
"This time, it's my turn!"
Another female voice resounded from the orange cat's body. A second ago, the orange cat was giving off the aura of a cold killer, but in the next second, he was wielding a wooden stick that was disproportionately large to his body.
No, it should be called holding … The wooden stick was covered with Inscriptions of Order. Orange Cat floated it in the air.
"Sigh … forget it. You … stand back." Josiah's helpless voice came from Orange Cat's body.
Black Tail's body stiffened as he took a few steps back. He had already made up his mind to turn around and flee at any moment, but the orange cat simply uttered a shrill meow and charged straight into the crowd.
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