George and Lane were serious, offering their best words to the crowd, but it all seemed to fall on deaf ears! The crowd had gone wild, rushing into the company gates to smash things, some even physically pushing and shoving George and Lane, demanding they issue unconditional refunds immediately. "Fake drugs! Scamming people! See how long you can keep manufacturing fake drugs!" one pharmacist exclaimed angrily. "File a lawsuit against them! Get my drug refund!" another pharmacist added, equally furious. The scene was chaotic. Just then, a golden-haired woman in a tight-fitting sports top, jeans, and high heels stepped forward, holding a box of medication and said, "Please, everyone, be quiet! This is an improved version of the drug—let's have a live demonstration!" Under her suggestion, the crowd gradually settled down. Pharmacists, experienced in verifying drug authenticity, brought patients directly—naturally, all white, genuine Americans. However, these white patients were mostly laid-off, unemployed, homeless, or struggling individuals—people who were truly on the margins. Otherwise, who would volunteer to take part in the clinical trial, given the incentives offered by the pharmaceutical company? Without those incentives, it would have been impossible to get these white patients to join. "Great!" Ryan was thrilled. "But you're just a student—how could you have developed these new medicines so quickly?" George still didn't understand and wanted to clarify. "George! Didn't you remember that our college integrates teaching, research, and production? This new formula? I've studied countless medical references and developed it myself! It took me several nights without sleep!" Dana finally explained the full situation. George and Ryan were so moved they almost fell to their knees, saying, "You're absolutely amazing! Truly amazing! You're not only beautiful but also so intelligent! We'll give you half the shares!" Just as they were happily speaking, the crowd began to cheer again. The first white patient covered his head and said, "It still hurts a bit!" Upon hearing this, the other patients joined in, saying, "Mine is the same! Oh! Oh! It's so painful! The medicine still isn't working!" "Refund! Refund! It's fake again!" The crowd was more furious than at any time before, and no matter how much Demona and George and Ryan explained, their words fell on deaf ears. The crowd went wild, wielding all sorts of weapons, chasing the three of them. They had no choice but to run—otherwise, the crowd’s fury would consume them like a blazing fire. "Give me that beautiful woman who forged fake medicine!" roared a tall man, with many others joining in: "First seduce, then kill—kill, then seduce! In any case, she's going to be seduced—everyone's share!" Demona gasped, as one strong man had already seized her delicate hand and was tearing at her blouse, while another man openly stroked her breasts. "Stop! Stop! Don't do this! Listen to me!" Demona pleaded, but the lustful crowd paid no attention. How could they let such a pristine beauty go? It would be a disaster for her. George and Ryan dared not step forward to intervene. Thus, the woman felt utterly hopeless and helpless. "Everyone—stop!" A handsome young man approached, and upon seeing him, everyone recognized him as Gao Liang. "Hey! You said if it didn't work, you'd refund—well, this medicine still isn't working!" a pharmaceutical merchant exclaimed, clearly frustrated. The strong man who had been holding onto Daimeng refused to let go, his colorful eyes fixed like nails on Daimeng's chest. Fearing for her safety, Daimeng's chest rose and fell rhythmically, creating a truly attractive sight. Women truly are beautiful—otherwise, why do so many people admire them, especially those with golden hair and blue eyes? "Let her go! She's Gao Liang's woman!" Gao Liang, who couldn't bear anyone touching his woman, roared. "I insist on playing my own game—and I'm going to make it happen right here, right now!" The strong man, now behaving like a headstrong bull in heat, had completely lost his composure. "Ah!" Daimeng's upper body was torn open along the back, revealing a long 10-centimeter gash, and her elegant bra now lay exposed. "Wow!" "So white! So big! So perfect!" The lusty crowd roared like they were celebrating a festival. All their eyes were glazed with desire, fixated on their women, like flies buzzing around them. Damn, the old guard was about to make a move. Gao Liang had mastered the Chinese martial art—Wong Chun, the style Li Long had originally studied—detailing its techniques and movements so thoroughly that he understood every stroke and movement. Drawing strength, he delivered a solid "thud" straight onto the broad man's face. The man winced, his lips trembling with pain. Enraged, he turned to the crowd of lustful onlookers and shouted, "Break him!" And so, many of the spectators surrounded Gao Liang tightly. "Husband! Be careful!" Daina broke free from the strong man's grasp and rushed to where George and Lane stood, calling out in sheer panic. As soon as he finished speaking, a long, thick steel pipe surged forward from behind Gao Liang. Gao Liang felt a gust of wind behind his head and skillfully dodged it. The pipe struck the concrete floor with a sharp thud, creating a small dent and sending splashes of concrete that blinded the crowd. "Good heavens! They're hitting so hard! I'll show these folks what I'm made of!" Gao Liang executed a sweeping leg move, like autumn wind sweeping leaves, "thump, thump!" The man holding the pipe was knocked to the ground, the pipe flying out several feet and injuring another citizen. The citizens went wild—more brutal in their attacks. Gao Liang, after all, was just one person! How could he possibly hold his own against so many? Moreover, honestly, he hadn't yet truly mastered Li Loong's level of skill—real, hands-on combat. If he fell, what would become of Dai Mengna? And what about his young wife, Mei Ji, who needed him too? No, Gao Liang had to find a way to leave. So, he pulled out a bottle from his pocket and sprinkled it around the crowd. "Oh my Oh my eyes!"" one of the patients cried. "It's so painful! It's burning!" Another patient pressed a hand to his eyes. "It's the chili powder!" the strong man said as he rubbed his eyes. While the patients were shielding their eyes, Gao Liang grabbed Daimona and, together with George Lane, got into the Ferrari. The patients and the pharmacists could only watch helplessly as they disappeared, hearing only one voice: "Come by any time in three days for a refund! Old Zai's launching a new drug!" "Another new drug?" the crowd was puzzled. Yet the patients who had side effects said: "We just had a brief headache a moment ago—now we're feeling much better!" Others who had been taking the medicine also reported improvement. So the pharmacists were delighted—three days from now, three days from now, see what you can come up with! "I'm glad I came today—didn't even get to taste the tofu, and now I've been treated like a complete failure! Let's go!" The strong man led the group of patients away. The Ferrari quickly entered the medical school that Dana was attending. In the pharmaceutical laboratory, Gao, Dana, George, Ryan, and Dana's professor, Professor Vira, conducted tests on Dana's newly developed medication. "That explains the side effects!" Professor Vira pointed to a chemical component identified through computer analysis. "What should we do, Professor?" Dana asked. "I'm truly at a loss. I can only help analyze the cause. This component is quite unique—it's essential for treating the disease, yet it simultaneously causes strong side effects." Professor Vira sighed. "Can we develop a formulation to either balance or eliminate these side effects?" Dana asked. "That will be difficult. You'll have to find your own way," Professor Vira said, then proceeded to attend to other matters. "Husband! What should we do? Can you help me?" Dana was so distressed that tears were streaming down her face. This left George and Ryan deeply concerned.