Old Man Rom was utterly bewildered.
As a giant, almost no one in the slums dared to come cause trouble at his place.
But today, he had only just been about to take a nap when something unknown tore off his roof, followed by a burst of furious cursing from outside.
His stolen goods warehouse was huge, after all.
Under normal circumstances, if someone dared to come here and make a scene, he would definitely lose his temper.
But something was clearly wrong with this situation. They had torn off his roof before even showing themselves... whoever they were, they were definitely not someone to mess with.
No matter how slow Old Man Rom might have been.
He realized that much right now.
The little granddaughter he doted on so dearly... Felt, most likely had gotten herself into something terrifying, the kind of trouble that could cost her life.
At that thought.
Old Man Rom loosened his grip on the spiked club in his hand.
He slowly rose from the bed, then pushed open the rickety wooden door.
When the door opened, Old Man Rom spotted three people in the distance: a strange young man with a nervous expression, a silver-haired half-elf girl dressed in what looked like noble clothing, and someone brandishing a machete menacingly... uh, a fruit stand owner?
"Who are you looking for?"
After thinking it over, Old Man Rom decided to ask.
"Old man, that little girl called Felt is under your care, right?"
Seeing the two-meter-tall giant elder, Fang Mo immediately began cursing at him. "She stepped on and smashed my watermelon while stealing something... that watermelon cost 486 Saint Gold Coins per pound! So what are you going to do about it?"
"What the hell?"
Old Man Rom's face immediately filled with shock. "What