The phone was on speaker, and the operator's voice came straight through.
I calmly explained what was happening. "...They refuse to leave..."
The two young men immediately shouted, "You're the ones selling illegal stuff!"
The operator asked, "You just said..."
"They think we're conducting an illegal transaction..."
"They're selling drugs!" the two young men cut in again.
I wasn't annoyed. "That's right. Could you send someone over to check?"
"No! Those two are making things up! We're not selling drugs!" The clerk grew nervous and started talking over us too.
Seeing this, the two young men grew even more smug, as if they'd found powerful evidence and were now sure the shop was selling drugs.
"What's your location?" The operator remained unfazed and asked calmly.
I didn't know the shop's street number, so I could only give the street name and the shop's name.
The clerk was already furious. "You came here to cause trouble on purpose, didn't you?"
"I knew you'd been caught! You're selling drugs!" The two young men became even more brazen, celebrating as if they'd just won the lottery.
The operator repeated the address and said that the police would be there shortly.
I hung up and looked at the two young men. "All right. The police will be here soon."
The two young men glanced at me, then turned away and muttered to each other.
"...Could this be a robbery gone wrong?"
"Maybe they're undercover?"
"You idiot! Would undercover cops report it like this? I think they're reporters."
While they muttered, the clerk hurriedly tried to make a phone call too.
The skinny guy and I didn't care.
The two young men had sharp eyes. When they saw what was happening, they stopped muttering to each other and immediately started shouting. They rushed over, trying