Webnovel Author In The Apocalypse World

Gwon Damjin being just an ability user struggling in the Third and Fourth District, didn't have the skill to fulfill such a request on his own. But instead of refusing outright, he'd said he'd do his best. When he saw the high-quality vegetables that Kim Haru was selling and realized he couldn't get his hands on them, he immediately thought of Yoo Wonduk.

So, naturally, he brought Yoo Wonduk along.

"Young Master Yoo, since I was the one who tipped you off, how about letting me have a little of the vegetable as a reward? I won't ask for much, just a tiny bit—whatever you feel like throwing my way," Gwon Damjin said as if Kim Haru's vegetables already belonged to Yoo Wonduk.

So what if the vegetable seller had some skill? Young Master Yoo was an official son and surrounded by powerful ability user bodyguards. Were they really supposed to be afraid of a mere vegetable seller?

Yoo Wonduk thought exactly the same.

He lifted his chin and kicked Kim Haru's cloth stall with his foot. "Hey, pack up all your vegetables. I'm buying everything," he ordered confidently, without a hint of doubt that his demand would be refused.

Kim Haru didn't move.

Gwon Damjin sneered, "What's wrong, didn't you hear him? Hurry up and pack the vegetables! If we have to do it ourselves, it won't be so pretty for you."

Yoo Wonduk hadn't expected Kim Haru to remain still. He finally cast his gaze downward, looking at him for the first time. "Don't worry, I'll pay. If they can afford it, you really think someone like me, Yoo Wonduk, can't?"

It was only after hearing that statement that Kim Haru made a move.

He pointed at the cabbage in front of him. "Two thousand crystal cores."

Before Yoo Wonduk could react, Kim Haru continued, "Per ounce."

Yoo Wonduk's eyes widened instantly.

"Are you out of your damn mind, robbing people like this?!" Gwon Damjin shouted, voicing the crowd's outrage.

Yoo Wonduk's face was equally grim. He knew that the price for the vegetables was typically 20 crystal cores per pound, with potatoes selling for even just 12 per pound. Yet, here, they were being quoted at 2,000 crystal cores per ounce! Anyone who believed that Kim Haru wasn't doing this on purpose must be a fool.

Yoo Wonduk never expected someone in this rundown Fourth District would dare to insult him like this. He glared fiercely at Kim Haru.

"Don't bite the hand that feeds you! Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is? If you want to survive in the Fourth District, I advise you to treat me with a bit of respect."

Kim Haru ignored him. "If you want it, pay up. If not, get out of the way."

"...Hmph, you brought this on yourself. Someone, grab him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gwon Damjin, who had been waiting for this moment, was the first one to charge forward.