Chapter 63: The Little Girl's Resolve

At the entrance of a small roadside market, a middle‑aged man with a big belly dragged over a chair and sprawled on the sidewalk like he owned it. He rolled a pair of walnuts in his left palm, lazily watching the brawl in the street. A mini‑megaphone hung from his right hand. He brought it to his mouth and shouted: "Don't rush it-take your time!" "There's a signal jammer in the van. Not a single call is getting out on this street!" "Brock Thubron, I've waited a long time for this!" "You...