"…."
"…."
Amid the general noise of merchants and bargaining customers, a distinct silence hung over one particular stall.
"…."
"…."
As if everyone was possessed, they all wore the same stoic faces, gazes directed towards a certain individual whose face looked even more deadpan.
Right now…
Leon was dying inside.
His stomach was twisting, and he was just one moment away from puking. However, he held the disgust in as he looked towards his target. With his back turned towards him, Leon wasn't able to see his face.
But that didn't matter to him.
If it were the same guy that he knew, then it wouldn't matter.
But…
Nothing.
He remained focused on the task at hand. Did he assume wrongly…? Question marks appeared on Leon's head.
"What… the fuck was that?"
The silence surrounding them was finally broken by a sharp voice, drawing every eye to the speaker, who fixed Leon with a look that radiated pure disgust.
