Jiang Guangrong spoke as the green bottle in his left hand slid lightly between his fingers, revealing his hollow left palm. The middle-aged uncle sighed but tore open the central nervous system anesthetic pack as Jiang Guangrong instructed. Under the cover of Jiang Guangrong's body, Jiang Guangrong gently poured it into his hand. Jiang Guangrong nodded in satisfaction, "Get me a bottle of chrysanthemum tea, thanks!"
The middle-aged uncle was on the verge of tears, though no tears fell, "You're welcome. Hurry, I'll report to the police next time!"
Jiang Guangrong bowed to the middle-aged uncle, took two bucks from Zhao Junkai's hand, placed it on the counter, then walked over to Zhao Junkai's car without looking back.
Seeing Jiang Guangrong holding a green bottle in his left hand and a bottle of chrysanthemum tea in his right, Zhao Junkai breathed a sigh of relief.
