The young man had not even finished speaking when he saw the look the stall owner shot his way.
It was the look one gave a madman, mingling disgust with the certainty and contempt of this guy definitely isn't right in the head, as though he were trash ruining the city's cleanliness.
The young man's words came to an abrupt stop.
He tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile devoid of warmth. Then, listlessly lowering his eyes, he lost all interest in speaking.
There were so many fools in this world. Even if the bloody truth were laid bare before them, they would only wear expressions brimming with the smug superiority of idiots.
People! They could never understand a world beyond the limits of their own perception.
There was neither disgust nor anger on the young man's face. Instead, a trace of condescending pity surfaced.
He glanced at the stall owner, whose mind was filled only with how much money he could make today, then turned and left.
The faint voices of the stall owner and a customer drifted from behind him:
"What was that weirdo muttering about just now?"
"Who knows? Some lunatic!"
"Ring, ring..."
After taking only a few steps, the young man's phone suddenly rang.
He wiped his hands on his wrinkled plaid shirt and answered the call, only to hear a frantic voice from the other end.
"Dr. Danis, the meeting is about to begin. Have you left yet? Don't tell me you stayed up all night again and forgot the time? Do you need me to pick you up?"
Brian Danis held the phone farther from his ear, rubbed his ear, and said, "Left already. No. Don't need to."
"Really?" the woman on the other end asked skeptically. "Then give me