17.Pulling out pig's hair with bare hands

Im was startled by the sound of the slapping of the boards, and hearing Glenn's question, he mumbled, 'Two ... twenty-one copper coins ...'

'Twenty-one? Only one Bella chicken? You're really a good seller na.' Gren had a look of surprise, followed by a sneer.

The mocked Im didn't dare to make a sound, but in his heart he had already cursed.

Suddenly a hand quickly reached into Im's pocket containing copper coins and quickly withdrew it again, Im looked up in shock to see Glenn counting something in his hand.

'That's my copper coins ...,' he had just uttered, when a look from Glenn cut the words off.

'No more, no less, twenty-one copper coins, keep it, madam.'

Glenn carefully placed the copper coins in his hand in the old lady's outstretched palm before handing the packet of chicken back to Im.

'Come this way, I'll sell you more affordable meat.'

He reached out and led the way, and the old woman froze and followed, her face one of bewilderment.

They arrived in front of the black pig, the ugly animal in front of them making the old woman unconsciously show hesitation, unsure if she should consume its meat or not.

'Ladies and gentlemen! Come and take a look! Something good is going to happen here today that will benefit everyone! Whether you believe it or not, there's no harm in coming over to observe ...'

Geren suddenly yelled loudly to the surroundings, instantly attracting the attention of the people around him, whether they were making purchases, sitting on carriages, or purely passing through Centre Street, they all turned their eyes to this place.

When the crowd had pretty much gathered around, Glenn stopped yelling and said in a clear voice, 'Ladies and gentlemen, whether or not you've ever been bothered by the price of meat, you should be wishing that you could purchase raw meat more cheaply, right? And right now, I'm offering such an opportunity, I'm only charging four copper coins per bella of meat!'

Inevitably, whispers were exchanged as the crowd listened to these words, all waiting silently for what was to come.

Im, on the other hand, looked over at once with a very ugly expression.

'Four copper coins per bella? That's indeed a very cheap price, but that thing is a black pig right, can the meat be tasty?'

'You can buy a bit to go back and try it out first, it's not expensive anyway.'

A slight pause, Glenn pricked up his ears and listened to the people's discussion for a while, his heart had a bottom line, he had tasted the meat of this black pig, although it was not castrated, there was no obvious fishy odour, the taste was absolutely fine.

'Ladies and gentlemen, the following I will perform a stunt for you, please open your eyes and look well, pulling out the pig's hair with your bare hands ...'

Before the 'audience' could react, Glenn was already in action, his hands sprouted a layer of fine hair to protect his palms, completely unnoticeable to others.

The arms were as swift as a fly, and the visual effect of such speed, not to mention whether or not it would work, was wonderful, and the crowd let out several gasps of surprise.

A sound of pig hair tearing out of the skin was continuous, and small piles of pig hair gradually piled up around the pulling cart, and people also saw that the black pig that was still black turned into a naked hairless pig.

Glenn's palms were like sandpaper, easily scraping off those tiny hairs that grew in tricky areas, and the hair-pulling performance took only ten minutes.

Finally, the hair on the cart was swept off, and a clean and smooth-looking fat pig was presented to everyone.

Glenn faced the 'audience' and bowed with the corners of his mouth raised, earning loud cheers and applause.

'That was brilliant!'

'A perfect performance!'

'Incredible!'

The lady whom Glenn had invited over also clapped hard, a smile of amazement on her wrinkled face.

After a few moments of quiet enjoyment, Glenn straightened up, always with that breezy smile on his face.

'Well thank you all, really, the show is over, time to get back to business, in a moment I'll sell the meat to this lady first, so you can all watch, and don't miss out if you need it.'

He reached out and beckoned to the old lady.

When the other man came forward, Glenn asked, 'Ma'am, may I ask how much you need to buy?'

'I ... would like twenty-one copper coins for the meat.'

'That's a little over five bellas, how about this, you're my first customer, I'll give you an extra bella as a freebie, six bellas for you!'

In the presence of the crowd, Geren took out the dagger that had been pinned to his waist since the beginning, skilfully disassembled the black pig, and borrowed a scale from this world from the fruit stall next to him.

The scale was semi-circular and seemed rather clumsy, but the accuracy was still reliable.

A whole six bellas of pork was delivered to the old woman's arms, and she almost didn't hold it.

'This doesn't seem too good for you to hold, I'll help you tie it together and put it on your back will be better.'

Feeling that the old lady was struggling, Glenn used the other man's cloth bag to modify it and make a simple backpack, placing the meat in the backpack and helping the old lady carry it on her back.

'This is indeed much better, thank you, child.' The old woman liked Glenn's attitude, a warmth that she hadn't felt from the other stall owners.

There were people who had been raring to go since just now, and when they saw the old lady finish her purchase, several middle-aged women came forward in unison and offered to buy.

'Give me four bella's worth of meat first! Thanks!'

'I'll have five bellas!'

'Two Bella ...'

The smile on Glenn's face remained unchanged, swimmingly greeting the enthusiastic customers.

When you guys eat it, you'll know that chicken meat is the best ... Im looking at the crowd gathered not far away with reddened eyes, the meat cutter chopping hard at the chicken meat that could not be crumbled any more.

...

Duder Police Office.

A young man in a pitch-black police uniform pushed open the dark brown door with a document in his hand.

Three middle-aged police officers seemed to be discussing something, and when they saw someone push the door in, they stopped talking.

'What is it?' The leader, a constable with a thick one-line beard, asked.

'It's about missing children again, there's a couple saying that their eleven year old is missing and they're outside crying.' The visitor replied.

'I knew it, just yesterday two little girls came in to report a missing child and now this.' A beard held his forehead.

'They live outside the town, the child disappeared three days ago, they thought they ran away and lost it in the forest, they searched for two days before coming to report it.'

'Got it.' The one-word beard waved his hand, then remembered something and asked, 'Has Bob been found?'

'A worker said that he seemed to have seen it yesterday, and he can be sure that it's still in the town, he just doesn't know where it's hidden.' The young constable answered immediately.

'Well, keep looking.'

'Yes sir.'

The young constable gave a salute and then pushed the door to leave.

'Captain, we'll have to pay a visit to that young man called Glenn.' A long-faced, wide-browed constable spoke in a serious tone.

The one-bearded man called Captain's eyebrows knitted together, and after a few seconds he said as if he was compromising, 'The situation is special, it can only be this way.'

As the words fell, another constable pushed open the door, slightly out of breath, and said, 'Captain, the man called Glenn has come to the town.'

The crowd rose, faces eager, and the captain softly said, 'Go.'