Plagued by Petty People
When the middle-aged man in the white hard hat first appeared, Li Bai hadn't noticed anything unusual.
After all, when they'd gotten out of the car, Hercules, the "Strength" Saint, had already said that this place was a mixed bag, with plenty of shady characters having slipped in.
Clearly, many outside forces were also watching to see whether the prehistoric hero mentioned on the Sumerian tablets was still alive. The secrets of longevity and even immortality connected to him would always have their share of fervent followers, no matter the era.
For safety's sake, random inspections were only to be expected.
But the man's aggressive attitude, meant to conceal his real purpose, made Li Bai sense something was off. If he hadn't been so heavy-handed and had simply talked things through, he might not have aroused Li Bai's suspicions.
By now, the middle-aged man was already regretting picking such a difficult target. Sweat beaded across his face, making him look even more suspicious. He put on a strained smile and said, "Th-this might be a little inconvenient!"
Li Bai replied meaningfully, "I'm in no hurry."
If he didn't get a clear explanation today, the man wasn't going anywhere. Li Bai had time to kill, and he really wasn't in a hurry.
The Great Demon was as steady as Old Dog. He wasn't in a hurry, but someone else was.
"Sorry, sir. I shouldn't have bothered you. I'm truly sorry. You can skip the inspection. Can you let me go now?"
The middle-aged man was trembling so hard that his hard hat was about to fall off. His voice was almost breaking into tears.
What was wrong with this guy?
Why wouldn't he let it go?
Couldn't he be reasonable?
Perhaps foreigners had some misunderstanding about traditional