The throng before the counter was taken aback, and the increasingly restless atmosphere instantly fell silent.
The first young man to push open the door looked back at the people behind him, then turned his head and spoke with some hesitation,
"Boss, the price for these 12-gauge exorcism shotgun shells... surely they're not much more expensive than regular ones, right?"
The gun shop owner was startled. His expression flickered for a moment before returning to normal.
"How could that be? They're only ten dollars a piece!"
Upon hearing the exorbitant price, those who had been quite willing to buy gasped.
"Ten dollars? Why don't you just rob us!"
"Exactly! How many times more expensive is that than regular 12-gauge shells?"
"It's just a shell. How can it be so expensive?"
Facing the crowd's skepticism, the unflappable gun shop owner maintained a calm expression as his rough hands slowly reached under the counter.
