The owner of the food truck looked to be in his 40s. He also had a scar on his forehead. From the looks of it, he must've been handsome when he was younger.
Thinking that Isaac was merely asking out of curiosity, he sighed. "Those scum came last month, loitering around this area. After getting some drinks here, they even beat people up a couple of times..."
"The first time, they broke the leg of a painter. The second time, they cracked the skull of a dump truck driver. I know the man who was beaten to death. He'd come from the village in the east of Mt. Equest. When this place started getting developed, many villagers came here to work..."
"I heard that the man had a mother in her 80s, and his son was a cripple. He did hard labor on the construction site, while his wife is a cook in thejob site cafeteria. They're just trying to make a living!"
Isaac frowned even harder. Exhaling smoke, he asked, "Do the police not care about this?"
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