The old man had mentioned that the person making the liver was very easy to recognize. That was indeed the case. At the very least, that was the case for Yuan Zhou.
When Yuan Zhou and Wu Hai reached the food market, the evening session had not started yet. Very few customers were around and even the vendors there were lounging around lazily.
To get fresh livers, one was supposed to come early in the morning as the livestock would be slaughtered then.
But according to the old man, this particular person would only come selling livers before the evening session started. That was why Yuan Zhou and Wu Hai had arrived at this time.
"What a weird timing," Yuan Zhou sighed inwardly.
While Yuan Zhou and Wu Hai were passionately staring at the entrance of the food market, a person arrived.
