The distinguished Mr. Duo Jie of the Thaliga Family was one of the continent's outstanding gunpowder merchants.
Yet an oppressive aura had knocked him flat on the ground, leaving his backside sticking up in a thoroughly undignified pose.
Everyone present was bewildered, confused, and alarmed at the sight.
"Who?! Who did this? How dare you offend Lord Duo Jie! Have you got a death wish?"
Muyun kept shouting furiously, as though he meant to avenge his humiliated father.
They had intended to show these Liyue bumpkins just how imposing they were.
Instead, their attempt to show off had ended with them falling flat on their faces.
The bystanders quietly snickered.
"Where did these hicks come from, strutting around Liyue and shouting their heads off?"
"No idea. They're dressed funny. They're definitely not locals, anyway. Who cares?"
From beginning to end, the residents of Liyue barely spared them a glance.
They were just visitors from out of town. There was nothing to make a fuss about.
The members of the Thaliga Family, however, kept blowing everything out of proportion. Showing off in Sumeru was one thing.
But trying to throw their weight around on Liyue's turf? What a joke.
At that moment, Zhongli and Childe, Tartaglia, were sitting idly at a stall by the harbor.
Naturally, they saw Duo Jie and his companions making their unseemly racket.
Childe hummed with one leg crossed over the other. He vaguely remembered Duo Jie.
"I remember this fellow wanted to sell his goods through the Northland Bank. He begged everyone he could before I finally agreed, reluctantly."
"And now he's making a scene the moment his ship docks. It's hard to believe he isn't deliberately looking for trouble. Aren't you going to take a look, Zhongli?"
Zhongli said nothing. He simply brought his hot