The blonde-haired lady's eyes revealed a look of struggle.
After about a couple of dozen seconds, the blonde inhaled deeply and said, "Alright, I'll take it."
The blonde took out a Spiritual Stone that was about three cubic centimetres from her pocket. This was the standard size set by the Recluse Association. A Spiritual Stone was basically about the size of that.
The blond-haired lady was just about to hand the stone over to the stall owner.
Henry, who was watching from the side, suddenly said, "Hold on!"
Henry's sudden voice stopped the blondhaired girl in her tracks.
The onlookers, the blond and the owner, all looked at Henry.
Henry looked at the stall owner and said, "Hey, old man, what's the fun in lying to a little girl?"
"Lying?" The owner frowned are looked coldly at Henry. "Boy, do you even understand what you're saying?"
"Of course I do." Henry nodded. He pointed at the hide that was been sold by the stall owner. "That thing is just an ordinary hide that has been mixed with some snake blood and had some tough tendons add to it, making it seem extremely tough, but the moment you remove those tendons and dry it, it will be as fragile as a face wipes that had been dried in sun after being soaked in water. You really are making a fortune by selling it off for a Spiritual Stone."
Upon hearing Henry's words, the owner's face darkened.
The person who had said that the piece of hide was a good deal squeezed over to Henry and sneered, "Boy, you're a just a weakling who doesn't even have the ability to control Qi. What makes you credible enough to say that?"
The blonde stared furiously at the vendor. "Tell me honestly, this item you're selling me, is it exactly just as he said?"
"Of course not." The owner shook his head.
"Master Leng, I'll leave the rest to you." Henry motioned to Flynn with his lips.
Flynn nodded and reached out to hold the animal hide.
Seeing that Flynn's hand was about to touch the hide, the owner suddenly shot a palm at Flynn and said, "Who allowed you to touch it? Keep your hands off!"
The stall owner's speed was too fast for Flynn, who was only in the Qi- controlling Realm, to react. At the critical moment, Henry secretly tugged at Flynn so that he could evade the palm of the owner. However, this also proved that the owner really had something up his sleeve.
The blond-haired lady was no fool. She, too, noticed that something was definitely wrong with the hide. She quickly kept the Spiritual Stone and glared angrily at the stall owner. "Very well, you really were lying!"
Seeing that the Spiritual Stone had escaped from his grasp, the stall owner's eyes locked onto Henry and Flynn.
The accomplice of the stall owner who goaded the blond on appeared behind their backs quietly, blocking their path of retreat.
"What's up? Planning to kill us out of anger?" Henry said in a carefree manner.
"Haha, since when did you have two experts checking out this trading hub?" A chuckle sounded. "Huh? How come they are both of that race?"
When Henry and Flynn heard the voice, they immediately recognised who it belonged to. It was Wyck, who had been slapped repeatedly by Henry back in Sunset Town.
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