Precisely because of the preciousness of Longtou Fengwei Grass, it has been crazily harvested by people throughout the ages. Truly wild Huoshan Dendrobium is now extremely rare; all that circulates on the market is artificially cultivated. In terms of medicinal value, compared to wild Longtou Fengwei Grass, it is simply incomparable.

As early as the 1950s, wild Longtou Fengwei Grass had already become a government-controlled medicinal material. Even the Peking Opera master Mei Lanfang needed a special permit from the provincial party secretary of Jianghuai Province, the place of origin of Longtou Fengwei Grass, just to get a little Huoshan Dendrobium to nourish his throat.

Now, it goes without saying.

Even if you were to gather all the wild Longtou Fengwei Grass in the entire Huo—Shan—County, you might not even be able to collect a single jin of dried product.

That is truly a priceless treasure, and even if it had a price, there would be no market for it. You simply can't buy it with money.

Thomas Reed is simply asking for the moon.

Just what kind of treasure is in that earthy yellow box of his, to be worth so much?

David Harris still wore a gentle smile and said softly, “Big Brother Reed, I really can’t produce a whole jin of top-quality wild Longtou Fengwei Grass. Even if I could, it still wouldn’t be enough to exchange with you.”

“What?”

“Are you kidding?”

“Has everyone gone mad?”

Before Thomas Reed could speak, the people around started shouting. In an instant, emotions surged, and the area around table thirty-two became the liveliest spot in the entire trading hall. Quite a few customers who were haggling stopped their transactions and crowded over, instantly surrounding table thirty-two so tightly that not even water could get through. Everyone craned their necks, peering inside, trying to figure out what kind of dramatic change had just occurred.

Both Thomas Reed and David Harris ignored the crowd that had gathered to watch the commotion.

Thomas Reed just stared fixedly at David Harris, his already large eyes bulging like copper bells, as if he wanted to see a flower bloom on his face. After a long while, he asked in a deep voice, “Do you really know what this is?”

David Harris smiled faintly.

Probably in this trading hall, aside from himself and Linda King, no one else knew the secret of this box. Even the owner of the box, Thomas Reed himself, might not be so clear.

However, David Harris was in no hurry to explain. Smiling, he said, “Big Brother Reed, for your illness, relying on just Longtou Fengwei Grass alone is not enough. If you don’t mind, Big Brother Reed, may I check your pulse?”

As he spoke, David Harris reached out his hand toward Thomas Reed’s left wrist.

David Harris’s palm, like his complexion, was slightly pale, lacking much color. His ten fingers were slender, giving a very delicate impression.

Thomas Reed, who was always cold and indifferent to others and disdained to pay attention, suddenly changed his expression, as if facing a formidable enemy. His thick palm instantly turned blood-red, as if carved from a whole piece of crimson agate, with blood seemingly about to drip down. With a flick of his wrist, his hand formed a tiger-claw grip, swiftly grabbing toward David Harris’s wrist.

The onlookers all fell silent, holding their breath, eyes wide open, staring intently at the unfolding scene.

How could there be no warning at all, and suddenly a fight breaks out?

He was clearly offering to check his pulse, a gesture of goodwill—why did this man named Deng suddenly turn hostile?

Although most of the onlookers didn’t understand martial arts, seeing Thomas Reed’s posture and the terrifying transformation of his palm in an instant, anyone could imagine that Thomas Reed was definitely a martial arts expert, trained in some extremely domineering technique. Moreover, Thomas Reed was burly and tall, his build nearly twice as robust as David Harris. In comparison, David Harris looked like a child in front of him. If he really got hold of his wrist, he might even crush the bones.

Thomas Reed didn’t seem like someone who would show mercy.

Facing Thomas Reed’s lightning-fast grab, David Harris acted as if he hadn’t noticed, his right hand continuing to reach forward unhurriedly, his slender little finger slightly raised, pointing diagonally at the Neiguan acupoint on Thomas Reed’s wrist.

Thomas Reed was greatly shocked. He hadn’t underestimated David Harris; although he practiced an extremely domineering external martial art and his internal skills were far inferior to William Grant, he could still tell that David Harris was not just a “pretty boy.” He just hadn’t expected that in this split second, David Harris would already have a counter for his grappling move. And he was using just a little finger to deal with his tiger-claw grip. If he didn’t have absolute confidence in his own skills, how would he dare to be so audacious?

But his own movement was too fast. Although David Harris hadn’t deliberately attacked him, in that split second, it was too late to dodge. There was a muffled “humph,” and David Harris’s little finger lightly touched his Neiguan acupoint. Thomas Reed’s entire arm froze in midair, while David Harris’s index and middle fingers were already resting on his pulse.

A fine layer of sweat instantly appeared on Thomas Reed’s shiny forehead, but he didn’t dare to struggle.

His entire arm had gone numb and unresponsive, clearly subdued by an extremely advanced acupoint technique. Thomas Reed had only heard his father mention this kind of technique in passing; unless one’s internal skills had reached an extremely high level, it was hard to master this supposedly long-lost martial art.

The two of them were simply not on the same level, let alone now that David Harris had control of his pulse. How could Thomas Reed dare to act rashly?