"Are you fucking crazy?" the supermarket owner cursed immediately. "Get the hell out of here! Fuck, and here I thought you wanted to do legitimate business! Get out!"
His foul-smelling spit even splashed directly onto Sun Hang's face. His thick palm slapped the counter with loud bangs, and he was just short of grabbing the mouse and throwing it at Sun Hang.
Sun Hang did not get angry. Smiling, he wiped the spit from his face, then lightly knocked twice on the counter. "I'm not crazy, and I'm not joking... Didn't you say there wasn't anything in Liu Su District that you couldn't get your hands on, boss?"
"Are you fucking done yet?" The supermarket owner's attitude did not change in the slightest. "Keep pestering me and see if I beat you to death!"
The supermarket owner was fat, but not in the way of some shut-in slob. He was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, his muscles wrapped in fat. In ancient times, he would have had the build of a burly, powerful general. In an unrestricted fight, this kind of physique was far stronger than those muscle freaks with ridiculously low body fat.
Whether in explosive power or resistance to blows, this build was T0-tier in street brawls fought barehanded... Even if it escalated into an armed melee, all that fat would give someone of his build a tremendous advantage in a clash.
In the supermarket owner's eyes, a "skinny dog" like Sun Hang would never be his match, even if he had training.
To borrow that overused saying: "I can make countless mistakes, but you can only make one."
The supermarket owner believed that as long as this troublemaker in front of him dared to make a move, he could twist his head right off his neck in minutes.
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