Capítulo 720: Hamon: Edge Pattern or Christmas Ham?

The guy that was screaming for his life caught the attention of the other shopkeepers, and once they saw the yellow puddle under him, all of them just started laughing. I almost felt sorry for the guy since he embarrassedly scampered away but another guy who I thought was a person just browsing around took his place.

He was shaking his head, wearing an annoyed look, while ashes from his lit cigar were dropping down on their merch, but he first kicked some dirt on the puddle his companion made before he placed the cigar between his fingers and sighed at me.

"Tsk. D'you know I just came out of my shift? You gotta buy something here at least!"

I scratched the side of my cheek, "Sorry about that. I didn't think he'd piss himself–"

"Hah! That was fucking funny though– But what the fuck did you just do? I thought Mr. Cuervo was here for an instant. But yeah, at least buy a knife or two so he wouldn't give me shit later."

'He could feel it, huh?'

"Okay–"