In the back, a chubby man, Diing Muan, observed the scene with a cold, satisfied chuckle. 'Hmph, this demi-human dares to be so arrogant in our city? Ever since she opened her shop, people barely visit mine anymore.' His small eyes gleamed with malice as he folded his arms. 'Unacceptable! Once her reputation is ruined, customers will have no choice but to return to me. So what if my prices are high? That's just business! And how dare she sell such high-quality goods at such low prices? I have to put an end to this and know how she does it… and ruining her reputation is just the beginning.'
Melina, however, remained unfazed. She stepped forward, her gaze never leaving the woman and her son. "Is that so?" she said, her voice calm. "And what, exactly, did your son eat from my shop?"
The woman hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by Melina's composure. "He—he ate one of your meat buns!" she finally stammered. "And look what happened to him!"
