In a row, Zhang Chaoyue named more than a dozen medicines, all for anti‑inflammation, pain relief, and disinfection.
The Asian man listened and became even more certain of his suspicion.
In their earlier fight, their teammates were injured, and at this very moment what they needed most was anti‑inflammatory medicine, so his behavior was only natural.
It also proved that he hadn't mistaken the person!
Although the face didn't perfectly match, he could be sure this man was from the Central Guards Brigade!
Otherwise he wouldn't be here buying these things, nor would he need this much.
While watching Zhang Chaoyue, the Asian man walked to the counter and said he wanted to buy cold medicine.
The clerk took out several kinds of cold medicine for the Asian man to choose from.
The Asian man held them, glanced at them as if picking, but all his attention was on Zhang Chaoyue.
"Is this all you've got? Bring out your entire stock, I'll take whatever you have."
