Vengeance Of The Contradicted Son In-law

Chapter eight

"Sir. I'm afraid we can't do that. Do you have a doctor's permit?" the seller asked me.

"Since when did I need a doctor's permit to buy poison?" I questioned him.

"Okay, sir. May I know what the reason for your purchase is?" he asked.

"I have a rat problem," I said. The seller scanned me from head to toe with his eyes and then he laughed. "Rat problem?" he asked me and laughed some more.

"You don't even look like you have a home, talk less of it being infested with rats. Tell me, young man, where did you get the money from? Did you steal it?" he asked.

Enough was enough for me. I have had it with people looking down on and insulting me just because I was poor. I grabbed the man by his collar and flung him over the counter to the side I was standing. He landed painfully on the floor.

Holding on to his shoulder, he groaned and crawled away from me on his butt. "Are you going to sell the poison to me or not?" I asked as I towered over him.

"I'm going to call the cops that's for sure," he