The mule driver: "..." Who was he putting on an act for? It was just some tax-evading luxury goods. Why make it look like drug trafficking? Who was he trying to scare?
He did not think much of this deliberately mysterious buyer, but a customer was a customer. No matter how annoyed he was, he could only swallow it.
So he merely rolled his eyes inwardly and did not press further. Lowering his head, he opened the bag. "Fine. Here's the stuff."
"Wait." Yagura Maji pressed down on the bag flap, his sharp little eyes sweeping the surroundings as a trace of worldly cunning appeared in them.
"Now isn't the time. Wait until the fireworks start—when everyone is looking up at the sky, no one will notice us. That'll be the perfect time for a deal."
The mule driver froze. "Fireworks?"
"That's right." Yagura Maji chuckled. He had long realized that this mule driver was a completely inexperienced rookie, so he generously offered a few pointers. "Otherwise, why do you think I chose this place and this time? Kid, if you want to work in this line, you've still got a lot to learn!"
But the mule driver shook his head. "That's not what I meant. I mean, there already seemed to have been fireworks today—over at the Dessert Museum."
This time, Yagura Maji was the one who froze. "They already set them off?? When?"
The mule driver took out his phone. "Around noon. I even took pictures."
"Fireworks in broad daylight? Could you even see them?" Yagura Maji's brows twisted together. "Are those people sick?!"
"Tell me about it." The mule driver scratched his head. "That fireworks display was either grand or a complete mess, depending on how you looked at it. I even suspected that their employees had