"This..."
Regret, enormous regret as if ten thousand resentful souls were howling past the old man's heart.
He admitted he had underestimated Han Fei, he had underestimated the complexity and horror of human nature.
"I don't want to buy anything."
The old man, knowing better, did not resist; instinctively, he shrank back, but his arm was tightly gripped by Han Fei.
The two store employees facing him seemed to have conspired together, repeating the same sentence with grim faces.
"What do you want to buy?"
"I want to go home."
The old man's arms were seized by the two employees, and he was dragged into the store.
"What do you want to buy?"
Though they were repeating the same sentence, the murderous intent in their words grew heavier.
Looking at Han Fei and the one-eyed shop manager as if begging for mercy, the old man reluctantly walked to the counter and picked up a piece of candy.