Eim was startled by the sound of the slapped wooden board. Hearing Glen's question, he stammered,"T - twenty - one copper coins..."

"Twenty - one? For just one bella of chicken? You're quite the 'excellent' seller," Glen exclaimed in feigned surprise, followed by a cold sneer.

Eim, though taunted, dared not utter a word, yet his mind was filled with a stream of curses.

Suddenly, a hand swiftly reached into Eim's pocket where the copper coins were kept and just as quickly withdrew. Eim looked up in astonishment and saw Glen counting something in his hand.

"Those are my copper coins..." He had barely spoken when a glance from Glen silenced him.

"Exactly twenty - one copper coins. Madam, please take these," Glen said as he carefully placed the copper coins in the outstretched palm of the old woman, then returned the bag of chicken to Eim.

"Come over here. I'll sell you more affordable meat," Glen said, gesturing with his hand. The old woman followed him, looking dazed and bewildered.

They approached the black pig. The ugly creature made the old woman hesitate involuntarily, unsure whether she should consume its meat.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Come and take a look! Today, something beneficial to everyone is about to happen here! Whether you believe it or not, there's no harm in coming to observe..." Glen suddenly shouted to the surroundings. In an instant, he attracted the attention of those around. Whether they were shopping, sitting in carriages, or simply passing through Central Street, all their eyes turned towards him.

When a sufficient crowd had gathered, Glen stopped shouting and said in a clear voice,"Ladies and gentlemen, whether you've ever been troubled by the price of meat or not, you surely hope to purchase cheaper raw meat, right? And now, I'm presenting such an opportunity. I'll charge only four copper coins per bella of meat!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd inevitably started whispering among themselves, waiting intently for what was to come.

Eim, on the other hand, looked over immediately, his expression extremely unpleasant.

"Four copper coins per bella? That's indeed a very low price, but that's a black pig, isn't it? Can the meat be any good?"

"You can buy a bit and try it at home. It's not expensive anyway."

After a brief pause, Glen listened intently to the people's discussions for a while. He was confident. He had tasted the black pig's meat. Although it wasn't castrated, it had no obvious fishy smell, and the taste was definitely acceptable.

"Ladies and gentlemen, next, I'll perform a unique skill for you. Please keep your eyes wide open and watch closely: plucking pig hair bare - handed..."

Before the"audience" could react, Glen had already taken action. A layer of fine hair grew on his hands to protect his palms, which no one else noticed.

His arms moved as fast as a blur. Regardless of whether this speed was actually effective, the visual effect was quite spectacular. The crowd let out several exclamations.

The sound of pig hair being plucked from the skin continued non - stop, and small piles of pig hair gradually accumulated around the cart. People also witnessed the originally black - haired black pig turn into a hairless, smooth one.

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Glen's palms were like sandpaper, easily scraping off the tiny pig hairs in hard - to - reach places. The hair - plucking performance took only a little over ten minutes.

Finally, he swept the pig hair off the cart, presenting a clean and smooth fat pig to everyone.

Glen faced the audience, his lips curving into a smile as he bowed. He was greeted with enthusiastic cheers and applause.

"Brilliant!"

"A perfect performance!"

"Unbelievable!"

The old woman whom Glen had invited also clapped vigorously, her wrinkled face beaming with a look of amazement.

After enjoying the moment for a while, Glen straightened up, a warm smile still on his face.

"All right, thank you all. Truly, the performance is over. Now, let's get back to business. I'll sell the meat to this madam first. You can watch. If you need any, don't miss out." He beckoned to the old woman.

As the elderly woman approached, Glen inquired, "Madam, pray tell, how much meat do you wish to purchase?"

"I... I would like to buy meat worth twenty - one copper coins."

"That amounts to a little over five bellas. Well, since you are my first customer, I shall bestow an additional bella upon you as a gift. Thus, you shall receive six bellas!"

With all eyes upon him, Glen retrieved the dagger that had been fastened to his waist throughout. He deftly butchered the black pig and then borrowed a scale from the adjacent fruit stall. The scale, semi - circular in shape, appeared rather cumbersome, yet its precision was dependable.

A full six bellas of pork was placed in the elderly woman's arms, and she nearly failed to catch it.

"It seems rather cumbersome for you to carry in this manner. Allow me to bind it together for you. It would be more convenient if you were to carry it on your back," Glen remarked, noticing the woman's struggle. He then modified her cloth bag, fashioning it into a makeshift backpack. He placed the meat within the backpack and assisted the elderly woman in putting it on her back.

"This is indeed much better. Thank you, my dear child," the elderly woman said, greatly appreciating Glen's demeanor. Such warmth was a rarity among the other stall - keepers.

Since moments ago, some had been eager to act. Witnessing the elderly woman's purchase, several middle - aged women promptly stepped forward, each voicing their desire to buy.

"Please, give me four bellas of meat first! Thank you!"

"I'd like five bellas!"

"Two bellas..."

Glen's smile remained unwavering as he effortlessly attended to the enthusiastic customers.

You'll realize that chicken is the most delectable once you've tasted it... Eim, his eyes reddened with envy, glared at the crowd gathering in the distance, forcefully chopping the already minuscule pieces of chicken with his meat - cleaver.

...

At the Dude Police Station.

A young man, clad in a jet - black police uniform, pushed open the dark - brown door, a document in hand.

Three middle - aged police officers appeared to be engaged in discussion. Upon seeing someone enter, they ceased their conversation.

"What is it?" queried the lead officer, a man sporting a thick, horizontal mustache.

"It's another case of a missing child. A couple claims their eleven - year - old child has vanished. They're weeping outside," the newcomer responded.

"As I expected. Just yesterday, two young girls came to file a report, and now this," the mustached officer said, rubbing his forehead.

"They reside outside the town. The child went missing three days ago. They initially thought the child had become lost in the forest and only came to report it after two days of searching."

"Understood," the mustached officer said, waving his hand. Then, as if struck by a thought, he asked, "Has Bob been located?"

"A worker reported seeing him yesterday, presumably. We're certain he's still within the town, yet we know not where he's concealed," the young police officer replied promptly.

"Very well, continue the search."

"Yes, sir."

The young police officer saluted and then pushed the door to depart.

"Captain, we must pay a visit to that young man named Glen," a police officer with a long face and broad eyebrows stated, his tone grave.

The mustached officer, addressed as the captain, furrowed his brows. After a few seconds, as if yielding, he said, "Given the exceptional circumstances, we have no alternative."

Just then, another police officer pushed the door open, slightly out of breath, and announced, "Captain, the man named Glen has arrived in the town."

Everyone rose to their feet, their expressions eager. The captain uttered softly, "Let's go."