Chapter 88: Deal-breaker
Two groups of gentlemen were currently standing in a stalemate.
"Damn it. We were supposed to be done an hour ago. What's this hold-up? Ridiculous..." Angrily, said a relatively young man in a leather jacket.
Around him stood other similarly dressed thugs, all sharing the same prideful look in their eyes.
"Have some sense, kid! So what if we're a little late? Better this than getting caught by the guards," replied a middle-aged thug in a grey worker's uniform.
He was standing not too far away, a few people on his side.
These two groups were supposed to be doing a trade at the moment, but one of them kept delaying.
The man in gray, a representative of a certain small gang, just couldn't get rid of a weird sensation.
Ever since coming here, he kept having this feeling of being observed; it gave him goosebumps.
He sent his men to check the perimeter, but nothing suspicious was discovered.
It was unreasonable to delay a trade because of a feeling, but the man in gray thought it was important to trust your intuition in this city.
Others scoffed at his superstitions plenty of times in the past, but in the end none of them lived for as long as he has.