Mysterious Omen

The scrawny man clutched his head and trembled as the burly man dragged him out of the basement.

"All right, Boss Ma. Don't be afraid. Tell us everything from beginning to end, and let us find the root of the problem. Don't you want to keep your shop open?" Wenren Sheng gave the man a slap.

The real Boss Ma felt a warm current flow into his heart. His legs stopped shaking, his hands no longer trembled, and confidence filled him, as if he had downed two pounds of erguotou on a bitterly cold day.

"Thank you, thank you, Masters. Have a cigarette." Boss Ma pulled out a pack of East Continent Brand Cigarettes and offered it to them.

Wenren Sheng waved it away, while Wang Wenwen instead controlled the rough-looking brute to curiously put one between his lips...

"This started about a month ago. A man wearing a white robe and a mask came to see me. He wanted to have clothes made for an elderly person in his family, and I agreed right away."

"Two days later, I called the number he had left and told him the custom order was ready."

"When the man came over, he made a request that terrified me. He said he wanted to try it on."

Wenren Sheng interrupted him. "That shouldn't have been so terrifying. I looked into it afterward. In some places, when clothes are prepared in advance for an elderly person, the son tries them on first. It's called warming the clothes."

The Eastern Continent was vast, and customs varied from place to place. When Wenren Sheng had discussed the matter with Zhao Han earlier, they had overlooked this issue.

But he did possess Extraordinary Memory, and he had thought of it again.

Boss Ma took a drag from