The Secretly Rich Man novel Chapter 928

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 928
The bus was currently traveling up a mountainous road, and aside from the occasional driver, the road was—for the most part—completely empty. No matter which direction one looked, mountains were the only constant sight.

“You know, I heard that lots of robberies happen on this road!” said a fat young man who was clearly finding the entire journey to be quite depressing.

When he saw that others were now looking at him, he then continued, “It was in the news some time ago! A group of robbers had apparently taken over a bus on this very road, and once they were done with their looting, they killed off everyone in the bus!”

“That can’t be true! I’m pretty alert to such news… Why didn’t I see it then?” asked a middle-aged woman rather nervously.

“Well, the news disappeared not too long after it was released to the public! After all, spreading news like this out of the blue could easily propagate panic!” explained the fat man.

“Hah. Even if robbers do attack us, we’ll just beat them to death! After all, there are so many of us in here!” sneered a rather large and muscular man.

“Yes, but we aren’t wielding knives like they are…” mumbled the fat man in response.

Hearing that, everyone fell silent for a while. After all, who wouldn’t be nervous after hearing what he had to say.

A little while later, the same man took out a packet of biscuits and slowly began munching down on them.

“Pfft! Didn’t you say there were robbers along this road? How are you still in the mood to eat now? You’ll definitely be the first to be robbed since you’re so fat!” said the woman from before in a rather dissatisfied voice.

“Hey, I’m only eating to relieve stress! Here’s a trivia! Humans relax easier when our jaws are constantly moving!” replied the man.

“Is that really true?”

“I’ve no reason to lie. Here, have a pack of biscuits and try it for yourself!” said the fat man as he handed a packet to the woman.

“Oh? I’d like some too!” said another person seated on the bus as he laughed.

“My biscuits are precious to me! Don’t any of you bring along your own snacks for long trips? I’ll sell them to you for three dollars a pack if you truly want some!” replied the fat man as he instantly hugged his luggage bag tightly.

In response, everyone immediately laughed loudly. It was evident that the fat man was a biscuit seller.