第五章 杀出一条路

高街这地方，就跟个走马灯似的，一天到晚乱糟糟的。殷浩手忙脚乱地收拾着残局，碎盘子被他用袖子抹得七零八落，额头青筋蹦得老高， Заставляло вспомнить старого наемника. He eyed the few onlookers, feeling a twinge of annoyance. They were just enjoying their day, what did they care about a few broken plates? "Get out!" he snarled, grabbing a nearby broom and waving it vaguely in their direction. The onlookers, who had been sizing up the situation, realized they were outnumbered and decided to skedaddle. As they scattered, one of them couldn't resist muttering under his breath, "Fancy thinking you're tough, just a street vendor with a broken knife." 殷浩 ignored him, his focus was on the gaping hole in his display of fresh produce. He'd been working hard to rebuild his reputation after a series of thefts and unfair competition, and this was a major setback. He sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. He needed to think of a way to recover. Rebuilding the display would cost him, and if business didn't pick up soon, he'd be in real trouble.