This makes the young man wonder how long this grocery store can last.,His portly belly strained against his soiled, floral-patterned shirt, while his face was covered in a tangle of white whiskers like tangled electrical wires. His sparse hair, barely enough to count on one hand, failed to conceal his shiny scalp. Coupled with his textbook-perfect beer gut, this short, stout old man's first impression wasn't exactly charming.,Izana instinctively gathered her ki in her eyes, focusing on Heather who was arguing with Old Jack while picking up scattered merchandise by the shelves.。