Zhang Shan had never imagined the Ghost Market patrol would pick a fight with him like this.
Before entering the Ghost Market through the rat, he had considered many ways he might attract the patrol's attention and prepared various responses. The one thing he had never expected was to glance once too often at a patrolman harassing a neighboring stall and get hit with, "What are you looking at?"
What am I looking at?
You! Got a problem with that?
Zhang Shan wanted to snap back, but under someone else's roof, he had no choice but to bow his head.
He still had someone to wait for. He couldn't cause trouble.
He immediately withdrew his gaze and stayed silent beside his stall.
But while he wanted to let the matter drop, someone else didn't.
Chen Miao stood up and moved from the neighboring stall to Zhang Shan's.
"I asked you what you were looking at!"
Zhang Shan lowered his head.
"Nothing. I was just taking a look."
"So taking a look isn't looking? Do you think I'm an idiot?"
Veins bulged on Zhang Shan's forehead beneath his hood.
"My apologies. I shouldn't have looked at you, sir."
Only then did Chen Miao snort and start to rise.
Just as Zhang Shan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to relax, Chen Miao abruptly crouched back down midway through standing.
Zhang Shan tensed all over, thinking he had somehow given himself away.
Instead, he saw Chen Miao reaching out to rummage through the wares in front of him, picking things up to inspect them and clicking his tongue.
Once again, anger swept away Zhang Shan's anxiety.
Everything laid out before him was a quality piece he had gone out of his way to procure as cover for his main item,