"Watch your mouth, brat! Do you think we can''t get another buyer?!"
"Let''s face it—we can give you a refund, but can we get our Bright Sky Herb back?!" Seeing that, Mr. Quaker''s friends promptly leapt in to ''defend'' him.
"Mr. Quaker, I mean no insult, but aren''t you an adult? Can''t you decide for yourself?"
Zangi simply snorted. "Do you think your friends are really doing this for your sake? What augh! You can doubt us, but surely you won''t doubt your own family? Just call your grandfather, and everything will be clear!"
In fact, Zangi had already smelled a rat-Mr. Quaker did not mean toe here and cause trouble in the first ce. He was a greedy pig, but he was not that heinous.
If anything, his friends were getting jealous seeing how he managed to make a quick buck, and so, incited him toe and cause trouble!
"You think I wouldn''t?!" Mr. Quaker retorted, whipping out his phone to threaten Zangi despite feeling doubt.
Zangi was certainly not worried when he had just cause and even whipped out his phone too.
"Go on, do it!" he snapped coolly. "Hell, I''ll do it if you won''t! Fortunately for me, I saved your grandpa''s number during one of his previous visits, so let him tell you how things really work here!"
Seeing that, Mr. Quaker''s friends started panicking-if Zangi really called Mr. Quaker''s grandfather, their reputation would go down the drain!
Hence, they traded a knowing nce as they came up with a n on the spot.
One of them sneaked behind Zangi and pushed him.
Zangi was caught off guard—he was no martial artist like Frank, and if anything, he was frail.
And since he had gone a night without sleep and did not have breakfast earlier, he was already light- headed.
His knees buckled right then, and he teetered toward Mr. Quaker.
Mr. Quaker was going to catch him in reflex, but one of his friends yelled, "You prick! Trying a sneak attack because you can''t win an argument?! You''re really making light of us, huh?!"
As soon as the man finished, everyone was on top of Zangi, clobbering him!
While the apothecary owner did not like what Zangi did, he was still his employee, and he quickly tried to stop the fight.
However, not only did he fail to have an effect, but things escted when he inadvertently brushed against Mr. Quaker''s face.
Half an hourter, Mr. Quaker and his friends stormed off, leaving the apothecary in pieces.
The apothecary owner''s clothes were in pieces, and his greasy, neatlybed hair was caked in dirt and disheveled. With his swollen and battered face, he was the picture of misery.
Still, Zangi was still worse off-those thugs really did not hold back, clobbering him unconscious!
Seeing his employees finally poking their heads out, the apothecary owner sighed in exasperation. "Quit gawking. Call the ambnce!"
He was still seething from what
Zangi did, but the kid stepped up when he had to. In fact, he shielded the apothecary owner beneath himself, so that their punches onlynded on him.
That alone changed the apothecary owner''s mind, and he actually thought he could keep Zangi around!
Zangi woke up in the afternoon and
grimaced as he sat beside his
hospital bed. "Sorry, boss. It''s all my
fault. You wouldn''t have suffered so much loss if I wasn''t blinded by greed." en
The apothecary owner sighed, shaking his head. "It''s sly of you to go behind my back, but you''re not breaking anyws, and you had just cause. In the end, Mr. Quaker and his gang are to be med, so don''t worry about it."
Zangi would have felt better if the apothecary owner snapped at him-the man''s magnanimity actually left him ufortable.
"What? Don''t have anything to say?"
The apothecary owner chuckled. "A man takes responsibility for his actions and never regrets them."
Zangi nodded. "Don''t worry I''ll cover your losses."
"Cover? How?" The apothecary owner snorted. "Forget it. Someone else will be made to pay, and it''s not you. Just remember-don''t do this ever again!"
Zangi was left bemused.
Don''t do this ever again?
Did that mean... he was not fired?