Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Yim was startled by the sound of the wooden board being slapped, and after hearing Glenn's question, he stammered, "Twenty... twenty-one copper coins..."

"Twenty-one? Just one Bella chicken? You're such a good seller." Glenn looked surprised, then sneered.

Being ridiculed, Yim dared not say a word, but he was already cursing in his heart.

Suddenly, a hand quickly reached into Im's pocket where the copper coins were kept, and then quickly pulled them out. Im looked up in surprise and saw Glenn counting something in his hand.

"That's my copper coin..." He just started to speak, but was interrupted by Glenn's look.

"No more, no less, twenty-one copper coins, please keep them, madam."

Glenn carefully placed the copper coin in the old lady's outstretched hand, then returned the bag of chicken to Im.

"Come over here, I'll sell you meat at a more affordable price."

He extended his hand and the old lady followed him blankly, with a look of confusion on her face.

They came to the black pig, and the ugly animal in front of them made the old lady hesitate unconsciously, not knowing whether she should eat its meat.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Come and have a look! Something good will happen here today that will benefit everyone! Whether you believe it or not, there's no harm in coming and watching..."

Glenn suddenly shouted loudly to the people around him, instantly attracting the attention of the people around him. No matter if they were shopping, sitting in the carriage, or just passing by the central street, they all cast their eyes here.

When the crowd had gathered, Glenn stopped shouting and said in a clear voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, whether you have been troubled by the price of meat or not, you should hope to buy cheaper raw meat, right? And now, I will provide such an opportunity. I will only charge four copper coins for each piece of Bella's meat!"

After hearing this, the crowd inevitably began to whisper to each other, all quietly waiting for what would happen next.

Imze looked over immediately with a very ugly expression.

"Four copper coins per bella? This is indeed a very cheap price, but that thing is a black pig, right? Can the meat be delicious?"

"You can buy some and try it out. It's not expensive anyway."

After a brief pause, Glenn pricked up his ears and listened to people's discussions for a while. He had a rough idea in his mind. He had tasted the meat of this black pig before. Although it was not castrated, it did not have a noticeable fishy smell and the taste was definitely fine.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I will now show you a unique skill. Please open your eyes and watch carefully. I will pluck pig hair with my bare hands..."

Before the "audience" could react, Glenn had already taken action, and a layer of fine hair grew on his hands to protect his palms, completely unnoticed by others.

His arms moved so swiftly that it was hard to say whether this speed would have any effect, but the visual effect was wonderful and the crowd exclaimed several times.

The sound of pig hair being pulled out of the skin continued to sound, and small piles of pig hair gradually piled up around the cart. People also saw that the originally pitch-black black pigs turned into bald and hairless pigs.

Glenn's palms were like sandpaper, easily scraping off the tiny pig hairs growing in tricky places. The plucking performance only took a dozen minutes.

Finally, the pig hair on the cart was swept away, and what appeared in front of everyone was a fat pig that looked clean and smooth.

Glenn faced the "audience", raised the corners of his mouth and bowed, winning warm cheers and applause.

"fantastic!"

“A perfect performance!”

"incredible!"

The lady who was invited by Glenn also clapped vigorously, with a surprised smile on her wrinkled face.

After enjoying it quietly for a while, Glenn straightened up, with that refreshing smile on his face.

"Okay, thank you all, really, the show is over, it's time to get back to the point, I'll sell the meat to this lady first, you can watch, don't miss it if you need it."

He stretched out his hand and waved to the old lady.

When the other party came forward, Glenn asked, "Madam, how much do you need to buy?"

"I...I want twenty-one copper coins' worth of meat."

"That's a little more than five Bellas. How about this, since you are my first customer, I will give you one more Bella as a gift, so I will give you six Bellas!"

Witnessed by everyone, Glenn took out the dagger that he had kept on his waist all along, skillfully cut up the black pig, and borrowed a scale from this world from the fruit stall next to him.

The scale is semicircular and looks rather clumsy, but it is still reliable in accuracy.

A whole six-bellas' worth of pork was delivered to the old lady's arms, and she almost couldn't hold it.

"It seems difficult for you to hold it like this. I'll help you tie it together and put it on your back. It will be better."

Glenn felt that the old lady was having a hard time, so he modified her cloth bag into a simple backpack, put the meat in the backpack, and helped the old lady carry it on her back.

"That's much better. Thank you, child." The old lady liked Glenn's attitude very much. This kind of enthusiasm was not something she could feel from other stall owners.

Some people were eager to buy from the beginning. After seeing the old lady finish her purchase, several middle-aged women came forward and offered to buy.

"Give me some Four Bellas meat first! Thank you!"

"I want five Bellas!"

"Two Bellas..."

Glenn kept smiling as he greeted the enthusiastic customers with ease.

After you eat it, you will know that chicken is the most delicious... With red eyes, Im looked at the crowd gathered not far away, and chopped the chicken into pieces with a meat knife.

……

Dude Police Department.

A young man in a black police uniform pushed open the dark brown door with a document in his hand.

The three middle-aged police officers seemed to be discussing something, but they stopped talking when they saw someone pushing the door open.

"What's the matter?" asked the leading police officer with a thick mustache.

"It's about a missing child again. A couple said their eleven-year-old child is missing and is crying outside." The visitor replied.

"I knew it. Two little girls came to report the case yesterday, and now they come again." The man with a moustache held his forehead with his hand.

"They live outside of town. The child went missing three days ago. They thought he ran away in the forest and searched for him for two days before reporting the case."

"Got it." The man with the mustache waved his hand, then remembered something and asked, "Did Bob find it?"

"A worker said he seemed to have seen it yesterday. He is sure it is still in the town, but he doesn't know where it is hidden." The young police officer replied immediately.

"Okay, keep looking."

"Yes, sir."

The young police officer saluted, then pushed the door and left.

"Captain, we have to go visit that young man named Glenn." A police officer with a long face and wide eyebrows said in a serious tone.

The moustache man who was called the captain knitted his brows together, and after a few seconds he said as if he had compromised: "The situation is special, so this is the only way."

After he finished speaking, another police officer pushed open the door, panting slightly, and said, "Captain, the man named Glenn has come to town."

Everyone stood up, looking anxious, and the captain said softly, "Let's go."