The moment Phoebe Billy boarded the aircraft, he quickly fired off a text message.
The message went straight to the Capital City Martial Arts Association's leadership.
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Right now, countless Capital City Martial Arts Association members were nervously eyeing me.
My fighting power had already crushed any hope they had of putting up resistance.
If we clashed now, they'd probably stand no chance.
I studied the group, staying quiet for a bit.
"You planning to kill us?" someone finally spoke up.
I rubbed my chin, thinking it over before answering, "I'll let you all live, but you need to give me every herb you've got."
They exchanged looks.
This could work out okay.
"Hand them over willingly before I start searching you myself. Trust me, you won't like how that goes," I said, stomping my foot on the ground.
Without another word, everyone pulled out their herbs and set them down in front of me.
Every single herb they'd grabbed from under the Stone Tablet ended up in my hands.
