“What? Other sellers only sell those patches for two per patch at most! Yet, you're selling the patches for three thousand per patch? Why don't you just rob us? Won't it be much easier that way?” the leader shouted in frustration as he looked at the small patch in Harold's hand.

His scowl was fiercer than the one he wore when Harold pummeled them earlier.

“Robbing is a criminal act. As an upstanding citizen who obeys the law, how could I ever do something like that? Don't you agree?”

Harold pinched the leader's knee viciously when he finished.

“Ah!” the leader screamed in pain as he held onto his knee.

“What's wrong? Does the front of your knee also hurt? Don't worry. I have a lot of topical anti-inflammatory patches here. It's not a problem to sell more of them to you,” Harold said grimly.

“You!”

The leader glared at Harold. He thought Harold was the epitome of a monster at that moment.

He regretted immensely for leading his men to trash Luna Clinic.

If he had known about Harold's prowess, he would've sent others there while he led his team to cause havoc at the mall belonging to the Sherlock family.

“What's wrong? Why don't you let me examine your other knee?” Harold asked with a look of fake concern.

He mercilessly pinched the leader's other knee as he finished.

“Ah! I'll buy them! I'll buy all of them, regardless of their cost. Just please let me go!” the leader pleaded as he threw in the towel at the immense pain.

“Fine, you have three areas that need the topical patches. That'll be nine thousand in total. Please pay first before receiving your treatment.”

Harold showed him the clinic's QR code for receiving payment.

Even though the leader was reluctant to pay the nine thousand, he still paid in the end at the thought of suffering from the excruciating pain earlier.

When the payment went through, Harold tossed three patches to him and swung his gaze to the rest.

“What about you guys?” Harold asked the men with a grin.

“We... will pay now.”

Shocked by Harold's method of persuasion, they hurriedly formed a line to make payment to avoid undergoing the same torture their leader went through.

Each paid three thousand, and there were fifteen of them in the clinic.

Along with the nine thousand the leader paid, Harold made fifty-four thousand worth of sales.

Pride filled him at the thought.

Harold didn't feel even a smidge of guilt for extorting money from men like them.

Naturally, one had to be ruthless to deal with criminals.

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