"My weapon isn't anything to brag about, it's not top-notch. What's up, coming to sell more cold-weather clothes?"
Su Ran offhandedly carried over the bone scythe, turning his attention to Uncle Yu, "With the current scorching weather, your cold-weather clothes must be a tough sell..."
"Don't even mention it! Just thinking about those cold-weather clothes pisses me off!"
Uncle Yu was incredibly irritable, which was evident on his face. With clenched teeth, he grumbled, "Some jerk cracked open my warehouse and didn't leave a single piece, talk about ruthless!"
Su Ran's mouth twitched subconsciously, nearly bursting out with laughter. He could feel the resentment radiating from the fellow in front of him. Luckily, his skin was thick enough to handle it. Any other person would be guilt-ridden and looking for an excuse to leave, not standing here so nonchalantly.
