Chapter 1484 The Stinking Beggar

• “Hey, how much for this shirt?” Myles casually picked up an outfit from the roadside stall, one that he could fit into, and asked the vendor.
• The street vendor was a young man in his twenties. As he picked his nose, he asked, “Thirty.”
• Upon hearing the price, Myles was in disbelief. He carefully examined the white shirt he had picked up, which seemed decent to him. “Are you sure this shirt costs thirty? Are you pulling my leg?”