"It's you."
Xiao Mu recognized the sleazy old man because the impression he had left was too deep to forget.
He slowly retreated backward, barely staying conscious due to the overpowering stench that loomed from the sleazy old man.
"Who else could it be, if not this old man?"
The sleazy old man seemed oblivious, hands on his hips, wearing an expression that clearly said, 'You have bad eyesight for only recognizing me now.'
"So, young man, do you want the Door-God Painting or not? For a mere thirty energy fruits, I will reveal the whereabouts of another Door-God Painting."
His eyes were locked onto Xiao Mu's energy fruit, as if he were ready to salivate over them.
"Hehe!"
Xiao Mu chuckled coldly, quietly putting away his energy fruit.
The sight of the sleazy old man made him nervous; he feared the man might try to seize his power fruit at any moment.
"What is it? Young man, don't you need the Door-God Painting anymore?"