Morning, Jinmen Xiangjiu Street Buns Shop.
"Boss, give me two buns." A woman with a boy called to the middle-aged owner while she scanned to pay.
The middle-aged owner skillfully packed the two buns and smiled kindly: "Okay, hehe."
The woman took the bag of buns and left with the boy.
The middle-aged owner was waiting for the next customer to arrive but suddenly noticed that it had become very quiet all around.
He paused, his brow furrowing tightly.
It was currently the time for school and work, his shop usually bustling with business, how had it become so quiet today?
No, it's not just his shop that's quiet, the entire street is deserted, not a single pedestrian in sight.
As if realizing something, the middle-aged owner didn't even close his shop, and turned to leave.
He had barely walked a few steps when a man blocked his path: "Iron Arm Boxing King Biao, where are you trying to go?"
