Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet (by Kay Lucas) novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244 We Buy What We Want

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Several groups, dressed in a motley collection of outfits but sharing the same look of deliberate fault finding and hostility, came swaggering into the plaza.

They were scrolling through their devices, and on the holographic screens were those reports attacking the farm. Their mouths were filthy, their voices loud, and it was obvious they had come here on purpose.

“Oh, damn, people are actually lining up? Not scared you’ll get sick from eating this stuff?” A young man with absurdly dyed hair spoke first, his voice sharp and nasty.

“Yeah, exactly. Starnet already exposed it all. Poison grows in dirt, and only idiots would still dare buy it.” His companion chimed in and deliberately raised his voice so everyone in line could hear.

“Hey, old folks up front, you’d better go home now. Otherwise you’ll waste all that hard–saved money and still end up paying medical bills on top of it!” Another man, skinny as a stick with shifty eyes, shouted straight at the front of the line.

A ripple of unrest spread through the queue.

Wallace frowned hard, but before he could speak, Matilda beside him shot to her feet. She slammed her little stool down with a bang, planted her hands on her hips, and fired back, “Where the hell did these little punks crawl out from, spewing crap all over the place? I’ve had more life in my little finger than you brats have in your whole bodies! Whether something’s good or not, who the hell are you half–grown fools to point fingers? Get lost!”

“That’s right! We buy what we want. What the hell’s it to you?”

“Tycoon Boss’s food saved my kid’s life! What the hell do you know?”

“If you’ve got the guts, stop running your mouths and try it yourselves. I bet you wouldn’t even qualify to stand in line!”

The old customers had been holding down their anger and their support for Tycoon Boss, but now it all erupted at once. They all started shouting back over one another.

Most of them were older, and maybe their words weren’t exactly trendy, but the confidence that came from personal experience, along with the sharp edge they had earned from years of everyday life, was not weak in the slightest.

The haters hadn’t expected these old men and women to react so fiercely. They froze for a second, then got even more arrogant, They had come here for money in the first place, paid to stir up trouble, create chaos, and, if possible, wreck today’s stall entirely.

“Heh, still won’t listen? A bunch of senile old fools! What, did they brainwash you?”

“Saved your life? More like a placebo. Maybe they mixed in some illegal nerve–numbing drugs!”

“Why waste words on these people? They’re obviously paid plants! Maybe that woman Elizabeth slipped them some benefits!”

The filth coming out of their mouths got uglier and uglier. They had moved on from slander to personal attacks and malicious speculation.

The people in line grew visibly agitated, especially those whose family members had suffered unstable mental power and had gotten better because of Elizabeth’s potatoes. Their eyes were red with rage.

“You, you’re spouting nonsense!” A middle–aged woman trembled with fury.

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Chapter 244 We Buy What We Want

“Say that again if you’ve got the guts!” A tall longtime customer clenched his fists.

The clash was seconds away.

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Seeing it, the skinny man among the haters flashed a smug look in his eyes. He actually stepped forward and reached out, trying to shove Wallace, who stood at the very front glaring at him. “Old man, you’re blocking the way, got it?”

“You dare!” Wallace’s son and son–in–law immediately stepped in front of him.

Just as the skinny man’s hand was about to touch someone, something no one expected happened.

The line, which had just been a queue a second ago, suddenly moved as one. With a rustling surge, nearly everyone stepped half a pace forward.

It wasn’t chaotic crowding. It was a silent, oppressive shift made by the whole group at once.

Dylan, Benji, and the other younger men naturally moved to the front, shielding the elderly, the women, and the children behind them. “What the hell are you trying to do? You want to start something?”

Dozens, then hundreds of eyes locked onto those troublemakers. The anger was gone. What replaced it was cold scrutiny, warning, and something far more dangerous.

No one was yelling now, but that invisible force of shared outrage and unity hit like a wall.

The skinny man’s hand froze in midair.

He looked around and realized that their group of seven or eight had already been silently boxed in at the outer edge of the crowd. Across from them was a sea of people, dark and endless, the line stretching so far he couldn’t see the end. Every face said the same thing. Don’t even think about it.

The smugness on the faces of his companions also froze instantly, replaced by alarm and a trace of panic.

They had expected an argument. They had expected shouting matches. They had even expected to clash with the stall owner. But they had not expected this… this hornet’s nest of hostility from the entire customer crowd.

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