Chapter 485

"Get out! Who wants to do business with scum like you?" Ryan Wallace brandished a broom, his eyes blazing with fury.

The two men exchanged smirks. "Playing the saint? Who else would buy pigs dead from swine fever?" one sneered.

"Exactly!" the other chimed in. "Wait till midnight thieves take them—you won't get a single penny!"

A crowd of villagers gathered outside the courtyard, whispering among themselves.

"What's going on with the Wallace family?"

"Heard their pigs got the fever..."

"Tsk. What a loss."

Seeing the growing audience, the buyers turned vicious. "Fine! Let your pigs rot! See who dares come near then!"

Ryan's temple throbbed as he swung the broom. "You monsters! Profiting from this?"

The broom whistled through the air, sending the men scrambling. The villagers gasped—these were black-market meat buyers!

"Serves them right!"

"Scum deserve worse!" Several youths cheered.

Yet furtive glances flickered through the crowd. Someone muttered, "Dead pigs are still money..."

Panting, Ryan scanned the faces. He recognized that greed—tonight, thieves would come.

The buyers staggered up, bloodied. "Just wait! See how long you can guard them!"

Ryan sneered. "I'll burn them first!"

The crowd erupted.

"Such waste..."

"That's cash gone..."

Ryan's knuckles whitened around the broom. The real trouble had only begun.