Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 875 - 261: [Strange Child]

We cycled for more than an hour to get these ice creams wholesale.

When we got to this person, he asked for three old-style popsicles, so I rummaged through the box to give them to him.

I gave him two first, and he tore them open and started eating right away. However, when I kept searching the box, I realized that the popsicles were all sold out. But he had already finished the two I gave him.

I said he should pay for the two. He said no, he insisted on getting three.

I said there were no more, and he told me to figure it out myself, and he would only pay when he got a third one.

It’s so late, where am I supposed to go to bulk buy more popsicles?

I asked him if he could change to a different flavor, and he said no.

Anyway, he’s not paying for the two popsicles he ate!

The child’s voice wasn’t loud, but the crisp sound of his speech made everyone around who was watching the commotion hear clearly.

After listening, looking at the scene, the few people standing close became indignant, and someone started cursing at the person.

"Fuck! A grown-up behaving so shamelessly? Is your family too poor to eat? Can’t even pay for a kid’s popsicles?"

"Two bucks for the popsicles, are you saving up for a coffin or something!"

"Fuck! You can tell this guy isn’t a local just by hearing him! Our locals aren’t this shameless!"

"Yeah! Must be a tourist from elsewhere!"

"Pay up!! Are you really refusing to pay a kid?! Shameless!"

"A kid this small, spending the night selling popsicles in stores, definitely from a poor family. You must have shit in your heart to do such a disgusting thing!"

"Just a fucking useless coward, living a life worse than a dog and trying to show off to a kid after a few drinks! Trash!"

"Pay up! If you don’t pay, we’ll beat you up!!"

Among these three, the man dodging payment and the woman talking earlier looked terrified. Seeing they’ve angered the crowd, some drunken male patrons were getting riled up, some already flexing their muscles, rolling up their sleeves, ready to step in...

The woman screamed, "What do you want to do? Want to hit people? I’m calling the cops!"

But the third person, the man who had remained silent, kept his head down, perhaps feeling some shame, retreating to the side, trying to minimize his presence.

Chen Yan extended a hand to pull the child up from the ground and then bent down to pick up the foam box that had been stomped on...

Originally, there were seven or eight popsicles in the box, but two or three were ruined.

The remaining ones didn’t seem usable either... With the foam box damaged, these popsicles would probably melt soon.

Unexpectedly, the one who came up to take the broken box was Lin Xianyu.

Chen Yan dusted off the child’s pants: "Pants torn?"

The child looked down, instinctively wanting to say "No," but in the next moment, Chen Yan subtly forced a tear on the child’s thigh area, silently creating a rip in the pants.

The child was stunned, a strange look flashed in his eyes, but he closed his mouth.

Chen Yan stood up, looking at the man: "Alright, let’s sort this out."

"What do you want!" the man continued to bluff.

"Nothing much, you ate two popsicles, broke the box, in the box there were..."

"Eight popsicles, there are eight popsicles in the box." Lin Xianyu interjected quickly.

"Hmm, two old popsicles are two bucks, eight mung bean popsicles at two bucks each makes sixteen bucks. That’s eighteen bucks.

Also, you damaged the foam box and knocked the kid down, tearing his pants.

Box and pants, you need to compensate.

So, with popsicles and compensation, hand over a hundred bucks, and we’ll let you go."

"A hundred bucks! You’re robbing us!" the man and the woman screamed simultaneously.

Chen Yan looked at the pair, smiling.

It’s nice, two shameless people, the woman even stands by the man, looking like a couple, truly sleeping together doesn’t yield different kinds.

"You ate the popsicles and won’t pay, isn’t that robbery?" Chen Yan chuckled.

"Nonsense! Who says I won’t pay! I wanted to buy three! He owes me one! Give me one and of course, I’ll pay! Can’t afford a popsicle?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Alright, enough useless talk, a hundred bucks, give the money, then you can leave. If not..."

Chen Yan glanced at Zhao Shanhe, who then walked over to a table of spectators and smiled at a guest with an indignant face: "Mate, your empty beer bottles, mind letting me borrow a couple?"

The person was startled, but quickly understood, laughing: "Take them!"

He handed over two, then, after a moment’s thought, picked up a beer bottle himself and stood behind Chen Yan and Zhao Shanhe.

"Look, you see." Chen Yan still showed no anger, cheerfully smiling, but his eyes coldly glared at the man.

"Boss!" Zhao Shanhe suddenly raised his voice: "The alley next to your shop, doesn’t have cameras, right?"

"...No." someone in the crowd replied.

Zhao Shanhe deliberately made a sinister grin, glaring at the pair menacingly: "Not calling the cops? The nearest police station is three kilometers away, late at night, it takes at least ten minutes for them to respond and get here.

Ten minutes, more than enough to tenderize your muscles."

With a clatter, five or six male patrons in the store stood up, glaring at the three people.