"You can just choose not to buy from me. Why is there a need to hit me…" Shaun mumbled in a wronged tone as he got up from the ground. Frankly speaking, he was already used to being beaten up. When he was selling the young of magical beasts in the black market, he always got beaten up the very next day he sold one.
To him, that was nothing. Protection from his rough skin and thick flesh would allow him to fully recover after resting a few days.
But, the treatment today was too unfair…
It was his first time dealing as a honest businessman. This time, he neither conned nor lied. The herb he tried to sell was also carefully chosen—not even a strand of it was a weed. How could he expect to be beaten up when he had not even had the chance to say a few lines…
Of course, injustice was injustice.