"Relax, what's the big deal? I just need you to do me a little favor."
Hearing the fat stall owner in front of him say this, Li Huowang gave a self-deprecating chuckle. "You think too highly of me. If you can't even handle it, what use am I?"
The fat vendor didn't answer right away. Instead, he busied himself with serving customers. Once most of the people were gone, he ducked under the stall and pulled out two small wooden stools, sitting on one and tossing the other to Li Huowang.
"Come on, sit. No need to stand and talk. This matter is truly something only you can handle. I can't. If I go, the Dragon Vein will notice me."
Looking at the man's chubby, big-eared head, Li Huowang asked teasingly, "Last time, we thoroughly pissed off the Astrological Bureau. Aren't you satisfied yet?"
