The man in the suit kicked the pairs of bronze artifacts on the ground, scattering them. Then he grabbed the stall owner by the collar, swearing and cursing in a way that was utterly repellent.
"You could've just not bought it if you recognized the fakes. There are plenty of fakes here in the antique market. Why don't you go smash up someone else's shop?"
"Yeah, I think he's picking on the stall owner just because he looks honest and easy to bully."
"Tsk tsk, the stall owner is even disabled, and setting up a stall is hard enough for him. This guy's really going too far."
The crowd around was all talking and pointing, but when the man in the suit turned around, his face twisted with malice, "Shut your mouths! Are any of you going to stand up for him?"
At this, everyone chose to shut up. In these times, no one wanted to stick their neck out for a stranger and bring trouble upon themselves.
