The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 1149

Neera knitted her brows as she traced the source of the sound, only to find that the person who had interrupted was a beautiful woman.

She seemed quite young, perhaps a year or two younger than herself, and her beauty held a touch of assertiveness.

From her demeanor, it was clear that she was somewhat rebellious in nature.

At the moment, under Neera's gaze, the girl raised her eyebrows, exuding a somewhat domineering aura and choosing to ignore Neera.

The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward.

The shop assistant inside the counter apologized, “I'm sorry, Miss. This is the only frost ganoderma we have in our pharmacy.”

The girl tilted her chin, looking haughty. “How many plants you have here is none of my business. All I know is that I saw it first, so you should sell it to me.”

With a frown, Neera said, “Miss, if I'm not mistaken, I was the one who said I wanted it first.”

“So what?” the girl sneered with disdain. “Does that mean you're entitled to purchase it? You haven't even paid for it.”

After she finished speaking, she pulled out a card and slapped it onto the counter. “See, I've already placed my card on the counter. It's on a first-come-first-served basis. So, this ganoderma is now mine.”

Neera found such imposing behavior quite repulsive.

She realized that trying to reason with someone of that mindset would be pointless, so she shifted her focus to the shop assistant. “You saw that, right? You should sell this ganoderma to me first.”

Yet, the shop assistant remained composed and replied, “I'm sorry, but neither of you has made a payment for the product. You both should come to an agreement about who will be purchasing it.”

Neera could tell that the shop assistant did not want to get involved, and that left her somewhat speechless.

If it were ordinary medicinal material, she might not bother to haggle and would have walked away directly, but the frost ganoderma was hard to come by.

Now that she had finally stumbled upon it, she had no intention of giving up.

Furthermore, she was the first to express her interest in purchasing it.

Regardless of how the argument unfolded, she knew she was on the right side.

“I can pay more.” Instead of wasting time negotiating with the girl at the moment, Neera also took out her card and made an offer.

Unexpectedly, the woman refused to back down.

She snorted and exclaimed, “Who do you think you are? Trying to steal my ganoderma? No one can take something I've already set my eyes on!”

She raised her head, wearing a condescending expression, and haughtily offered to pay double the price. “I'll pay twice as much for it. Pack it up for me immediately!”

“If it's a matter of who pays more gets to have it, I'm willing to triple the price.” Neera glanced at her and responded, “You're welcome to outbid me, and I'll match your offer.”

Seeing that she had no intention of backing down, the girl exploded in rage. “You're asking for trouble!”

A bodyguard behind her immediately stepped forward, ready to take action.

Observing the situation, Zephyr moved forward, setting the medicinal herbs he held to the side. With a serious expression, he positioned himself in front of Neera, acting as her protector.

Without wasting a word, the two immediately sprang into action, quite unexpectedly.

After exchanging blows, to everyone's surprise, Zephyr found himself at a disadvantage, staggering back a couple of steps.

Startled, Neera quickly helped him up. “Are you all right?”

Zephyr shook his head, realizing that the other party was a Bartitsu expert, his eyes narrowing fiercely. “Miss, please step back.”

After speaking, he flexed his wrist, fearlessly stepping forward once again. His eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty glint, clearly indicating his intention to fight to the end.

The shop assistant, upon witnessing the scene, remained remarkably composed as if such sights were commonplace. She had no intention of intervening.

Neera was somewhat worried.

Having Zephyr by her side for quite some time, she was well aware of his capabilities. She had never witnessed anyone putting him at a disadvantage.

It was apparent that the opponent was not someone easy to deal with. Maybe it's best for us to give in.

However, Zephyr was not prepared to back down.

The opponent was relentless, suddenly charging forward once more.

After a few moves, Zephyr remained at a disadvantage. Though he had not sustained any injuries, he found himself predominantly on the defensive, striving to repel the relentless assaults from his opponent.

Neera's heart could not stop pounding with fear when she saw him losing ground steadily.

“Watch out!” Seeing another punch coming his way, she could not help but shout a warning.

Zephyr attempted to dodge but found himself cornered by the bodyguard, leaving him with no escape route. Suddenly, he knocked over the glass cabinet behind him. Glass shards and medicinal materials scattered all over the ground in a deafening crash.

Neera was terrified, instinctively wanting to step forward. Suddenly, the bodyguard shifted his focus, swinging a fist toward her.

Zephyr sustained a cut on his brow, drawing blood that dripped into his eyes. He could barely keep one open, and upon seeing his situation, his gaze hardened intensely.

He forced himself to stand, intending to step forward and intervene, but the man was aggressive.

His powerful strike was quickly approaching Neera's face.

Neera hesitated for a brief moment, and then her pupils dilated as she acted swiftly. A silver needle concealed in her sleeve slid into her fingertips.

She was a doctor who possessed unparalleled skills in acupuncture and had saved countless lives, yet at the same time, she had the ability to harm someone with her needles without leaving a trace!

Ever since she decided to make a trip to Phison, she had been prepared to confront danger.

Even though there were people around to protect her, she still had to defend herself in times of emergency.

Of course, she would never resort to murder, but in times of danger, she had her own methods to survive any ordeal.

As she observed the opponent's fist getting closer and closer, a glint flashed in her eyes, her gaze firmly fixed on the pressure point on his wrist.

Yet, at the critical moment, before she had a chance to act, something suddenly flashed before her eyes.

In the next moment, the burly man before her suddenly stood still.

She noticed a few silver needles on his wrist, the tips of the needles deeply embedded in the muscle under the skin, with the ends still slightly trembling.