"How dare you, an outsider, shout at me here? This is Kuala Lumpur territory. You're from Huaxia, are you? Are Huaxia people so impressive? I really don't know."
"Just because you're from Huaxia, I must be at this stall today. Deal with it however you want. If you can't handle it, just stand aside."
The Glasses Man was overbearingly unreasonable. The simple man was about to make a move, but then the tattooed guy grabbed his arm and easily tossed him aside.
He landed in front of his cart and even hit his own car. The crowd around them grew larger, pointing and whispering.
But the Glasses Man acted as if he didn't see anything. He continued to loudly promote his products.
Yet, despite his efforts, few steamed buns were sold.
The simple man stood helplessly in front of his cart, blocking the Glasses Man's stall because he had nowhere else to go.
Seeing his sales sharply decline due to the obstruction, the Glasses Man grew angrier and signaled the tattooed guy with a glance.
