Chapter 1495 Real or Fake Ginseng King
- The stall owner was a man in his thirties. He wore a goatee and looked sly as hell.
- To Marcus Crawley, that said it all. He didn’t just know traditional medicine—he could read faces too. He believed you could tell if someone was decent or rotten just by how they carried themselves. It wasn’t some old superstition. It really worked.
- And right now, the moment Marcus looked his way, he knew. The guy was a con artist.