Huh? The crowd was taken aback. 'Conditions?'
Before the crowd could figure out what he meant, Ronan's next words cleared up their confusion.
"We won't treat anyone we find disagreeable!"
"We won't treat anyone who offends the Myriad Pill Tower!"
"If we're in a bad mood, no one gets treated!"
HISS—
Hearing this, the faces of everyone present paled. 'This Ronan is so arrogant!' they thought.
'What kind of rules are these? Just because you're in a bad mood, you won't treat people? Where's the sense in that?'
Once the three "no treatment" rules were announced, the crowd broke into a clamor, their discussions growing so loud that Ronan's ears began to hurt. His handsome brows furrowed. Gathering his energy, he barked, "Quiet!"
BOOM—
At Ronan's roar, the venue gradually fell silent. The chaotic scene was finally brought under control, and everyone felt an inexplicable chill run down their spines.
