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Chapter 62: The Great Flood Dragon King Temple
Chapter 62: The Great Flood Dragon King Temple
"You must be joking, right?"
As he withdrew his hand from his pocket, Lyon saw the scarf-clad woman in front of him, tilting her head nonchalantly, not even bothering to glance at him. Lyon's mood instantly soured, and he scowled in protest, "Today's goods are indeed substantial, but in reality, it's just a spoonful of coffee powder, plus some bread and ham. Even if we split the cost, it would barely amount to two copper wheels. Selling it at such a high price is outrageous!"
"What?"
Upon hearing Lyon's complaint, the scarf-clad woman was momentarily taken aback. She quickly turned back, her face darkening as she asked, "Are you saying these things are only worth two copper wheels?"
Damn it! To prepare this surveillance point across the street, the field team demanded four gold wheels! Just the ingredients alone cost two gold wheels, and these dogs don't even have a shred of shame!
"..."
No, you're getting angry first? Is Old Char's daughter so unreasonable?
Seeing the scarf-clad woman's unfriendly expression, Lyon, who had been treated unfairly early in the morning, felt a surge of anger. He, too, spoke with a darkened face, "Of course it's not worth it! I've eaten at this stall several times, and as a regular customer, I should know the approximate prices."
"You must be mistaken."
The scarf-clad woman frowned, "Where did you get the idea of being a regular customer? I just opened this stall today!"
Huh? It just opened today? So, you're not Old Char's daughter?
Realizing that he had mistaken the stall and made a blunder, Lyon's confidence faltered. However, remembering the exorbitant price of one silver wheel, he couldn't help but argue, "Even if it's not the same stall, selling these things for one silver wheel is still too much."
"Hmm hmm!"
The scarf-clad woman's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the building across the street, where someone seemed to be looking out. Worried about being noticed, she quickly retreated into the tent, pretending to be attending to a customer, and absentmindedly replied, "Then what price is reasonable? Name your price!"
"..."
What? You want me to set the price directly? Are you this casual about doing business?
Stunned by the scarf-clad woman's unconventional behavior, Lyon tentatively spoke up, "Regarding the price... Previously, I paid two copper wheels for similar food at other stalls, but you do provide ample ingredients and a strong fire..."
"Then I'll also charge two copper wheels!"
"..."
After a few seconds of silence from Lyon, the scarf-clad woman turned her gaze back from the building across the street, growing impatient, "Still too expensive? Then..."
"No, this price is fine..."
Regarding the scarf-clad woman's business philosophy, Lyon was completely speechless.
Raising his hand to signal a stop, Lyon halted her from further price reductions and sat back in his seat, eating his breakfast without much appetite.
This person's business style is truly like a joke, and she doesn't even look at people when speaking, always glancing at the building across the street...
Speaking of which, is she a detective tracking someone, a criminal signaling her accomplices, or perhaps a secret police officer on surveillance duty? Although it's unlikely to encounter such a coincidence, Lyon felt more and more that something was off about this scarf-clad woman. At the very least, she didn't seem like a coffee stall owner at all.
"Customer!"
The scarf-clad woman sensed Lyon's gaze and read a hint of suspicion in his eyes, which immediately captured her attention. Her beautiful and sharp almond eyes narrowed slightly, and an oppressive stare instantly fell upon him.
"You've been staring at me this whole time. Is there something else you need?"
"Er... no..."
Feeling a chill down his spine from her intense gaze, and realizing that it was indeed impolite to keep staring at others, Leon mumbled and turned his head away, chewing on the bread in his mouth while absentmindedly looking out onto the street.
If this Scarf Lady was indeed tailing someone, she was either waiting for someone to pass by this street or watching the building across the way.
If his memory served him right, the building across was the residential block for the Lacquer Factory workers, but after the factory closed down, the bottom four floors were rented out as an apartment complex.
However, due to its slightly remote location and the noise from the street, business had always been slow, and most of the units on the first and second floors were often vacant.
So, if the Scarf Lady was indeed tailing someone, considering the obstruction of the view from below, she should be positioned higher up to monitor the third and fourth floors. Her target should be the residents of the first and second floors...
Hmm? Wait a moment! Why is that second-floor window open? And...
"Customer!"
Accompanied by a cold shout, a pair of round and firm long legs entered Leon's line of sight, instantly blocking the view of the target residence.
Following those legs upward, Leon's gaze swept past her slender waist, which could be grasped in one hand, and the pair of ripe fruits tied to the slender branches, and he saw two eyes filled with a chilling intent.
"What are you looking at?"
Blocking the line of sight between her and the target residence, preventing her from alerting the target, Leon looked at this woman who had first tried to entangle him with words, not only frequently appraising him but also repeatedly glancing toward the target's location. The Scarf Lady's eyes instantly filled with a chilling intent, and her voice turned cold and firm as she questioned:
"Or should I say... what exactly are you looking at?"
"..."
Wow! So, you're actually tailing someone!
Realizing that he had essentially revealed his identity, and even suspecting the Scarf Lady, Leon couldn't help but furrow his brows.
When this woman glared with her eyes, her aura became as sharp as a knife, and she didn't look like a detective catching a mistress or a petty thief keeping watch. She was most likely someone who had seen blood before.
In the entire capital, those with such an aura and engaged in tailing work were either special forces from the military, secret police from the police department, or even rebels planning an attack, and each of these options was more troublesome than the last...
Just as Leon hesitated, wondering if he should take out his Cleanup Bureau credentials and gamble that she wasn't a rebel but rather a half-"insider," he heard a loud shout coming from the direction of the building across the street.
"Where is the person?!"
Leon looked up in the direction of the shout and saw a scar-faced, muscular man with bulging veins on his face leaning out of the second-floor window, raging at him:
"Where did the person go?! Isabella!!! Is this how you're supposed to be tailing someone?!"
?!?!?!
"I know it sounds hard to believe, but I really just wanted to buy a cup of coffee..."
Leon, escorted into the interrogation room of the police department and tied to a chair, looked at the secret police officers glaring at him from across the room and couldn't help but sigh in the direction of the Scarf Lady.
"I really wasn't trying to entangle her. I just ordered a cup of coffee and two slices of bread, and she wanted me to pay with a silver coin! That price is enough to buy half a ham! My money isn't blown in by the wind; I earn it through hard work. If you guys encountered such an unreasonable situation early in the morning, wouldn't you argue with her too?"
(End of Chapter)
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