It didn't take long for Harleen and her group to encounter a hard-nosed negotiator.
"What do you want?" Harleen frowned slightly.
"You've tarnished my reputation with this fuss. You must buy these prayer beads." The stall owner spoke in a low, stern voice.
"I don't even want 100, 000 anymore. Give me 20, 000, take these beads, and we'll be even." He continued.
"What if we don't buy them?" asked Harleen.
"That's fine too. Give me 2, 000 as compensation for my damaged reputation, and you may leave." The stall owner replied.
"Are you trying to rob us directly?" Felicia exclaimed in anger.
"You could interpret it that way." The stall owner shrugged nonchalantly.
"Are you sure about this?" Billy spoke up calmly. Then he picked up one of the prayer beads, applied a bit of pressure, and one of them cracked open, revealing the wood grain inside-clearly a cheap imitation.
"It's fake!" Felicia exclaimed angrily. "This is outrageous!"
"Scoundrel, what are you doing?" The stall owner protested.
At that moment, Judge raised his hand and delivered a crisp slap across his face.
"How dare you lay hands on my people? I see you're not very smart!" the stall owner retorted angrily.
"Today, unless you give me 100, 000, you won't be leaving this place!"
At the same time, a formidable aura emanated from him-his cultivation was decent, at least at the rank of Battle Master in the perfection realm.
"Give me the money now, or don't blame me for being impolite!" The man blocking the two sisters also released his Battle Master-level aura.
"Won't you give up the money?" Billy smiled faintly. Then he reached out and gently pressed the tabletop of the stall. A deep palm print instantly appeared in the thick steel surface.
Seeing the shocking sunk palm print, both the stall owner and the other man shuddered with fear, their faces filled with horror. With just this move, they knew Billy must be at least a Battle God.
"I... I was just joking with you earlier. Don't take it to heart!" The stall owner quickly turned to the two sisters.
"Ladies, it's fate that we've met. Take anything you like from here as my gift. No charge."
"Shameless!" Felicia glared at the stall owner angrily and pulled Harleen away.
"Pack up your stuff. If we see you here in five minutes, you won't be able to leave!" Billy said calmly and followed his wife.
"Huh?" The stall owner's face immediately fell, but he didn't dare to say anything more and hurriedly went about his business.
What an unlucky day. They had just opened, and they had already offended a "Battle God" figure. "How unfortunate!" they thought.
After this little incident, Billy and his group continued to explore the market.
"Honey, why was that shopkeeper so dishonest?" Harleen said with annoyance. "If it were regular people today, wouldn't they have been scammed?"
"The martial world is a dangerous place, and people's hearts are treacherous." Billy chuckled. "You and Felicia will encounter even more dangerous situations in the future. Be prepared."
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