Chapter 567: Why Are You Screaming So Loud?

"Ouch… It hurts…" The tall man held his crooked and bleeding nose as his head throbbed. The punch had been too sudden and too strong for him to handle.

"Boss!" His five subordinates were momentarily stunned before reacting.

"Leave me alone. Go chase that damned fatty!" The tall man snapped, realizing the briefcase was gone. He screamed in a panic. If he lost the Black Magic Crystals, he'd likely be skinned alive when he returned! No, it would probably be worse.

The fatty had over 200 million in banknotes. In other words, he would have lost more than 400 million. Even if he was skinned ten times, it wouldn't be enough!

After regaining his senses, the tall man joined the chase.

"This fatty is running so fast!" The underlings in front tried their hardest but couldn't catch up. In fact, it felt like they were falling behind.

Despite being as fat as a ball, the man was incredibly agile, his short legs moving as fast as the wind. The crowded streets made the pursuit even more challenging. Luckily, the obese middle-aged man's round body cleared a path as he ran, allowing those behind to keep up.

Gradually, they moved from the bustling streets into the relatively calmer commoner's district.

"Damn fatty, I'm going to kill you!" The tall man, now fully recovered, stomped the ground rhythmically and quickly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the obese middle-aged man.

Realizing the tall man would eventually catch up, the obese man quickly rushed into a dark alley.

At that moment, a dark figure appeared and swiftly took the two briefcases from his hand. Miraculously, the cases disappeared the instant they touched the dark figure's hand. No, the dark figure itself also vanished.

The only thing left in the dark alley was the petrified obese middle-aged man.

"Damn fatty, why aren't you running anymore?" The tall man clenched his fists and stared at him disdainfully. Behind him, his five subordinates entered the alley.

Hearing the voice, the obese middle-aged man suddenly shook, his vacant eyes regaining focus. He turned around with a blank expression, looking at the tall man as his mind began to work again.

"It's you. What are you doing here? No, why am I here? Where is this place?" The obese middle-aged man blinked, asking in confusion. He felt as if he had lost something important, but he couldn't think of what it could be.

"Playing the fool? Damn fatty, you've got guts!" The tall man touched his crooked nose, his voice dripping with killing intent.

"Why are you yelling so loudly?" The obese middle-aged man was confused for a moment. Why was this man so angry when he hadn't done anything?

"Good, very good! You're excellent!" The tall man laughed angrily, pointing his thick finger at the obese middle-aged man. "Don't kill him!"

"Yes!" The underlings behind him replied in unison, quickly surrounding the obese man.

"You… What are you doing? No, don't come closer! Help me!" The obese middle-aged man backed away, screaming for help.

Regrettably, the only response was the sound of a door closing.

"Keep screaming. In this place, no one will save you, no matter how loud you are," the tall man sneered.

"I… I think there's some kind of misunderstanding between… Ouch!" He wanted to say more, but a massive fist landed on his face.

Immediately after, a flurry of blows rained down on him. In the dark alley, his screams echoed constantly.

Meanwhile, in the commercial district, a dark shadow flashed out of an alley and stepped into the sunlight, revealing a figure. It was Yaeger, wearing a white mask and black cloak.

"Jackpot, jackpot. I got two lootboxes just by stepping out today. What a good day, hehehe." Her joyous laugh sounded like bells chiming under the mask. It was clear she was in a great mood.

"I'll keep the Black Magic Crystals for Allie. I need to launder the banknotes." Magic Crystals were essential for designing the auction house's trading system. Having ten Black Magic Crystals saved her a lot of effort.

‘Those large banknotes are easy to trace. It's hard to spend them if I don't launder them first.’ Looking at the Imperial Bank not far away, she decided on her next course of action.

While she exchanged the banknotes at various banks, the auction continued in full swing. The players were filled with enthusiasm, while the natives seemed a little bored.

This was because everything up for auction was materials they could easily find. Of course, collecting hundreds of units of the same material at once was still challenging.

Yaeger had collected these materials while grinding levels back then. They weren't useful to the natives but were essential to the players. These materials were useful for completing missions and forging equipment or tools.

"S.K.Y., get all of them," Taurus said indifferently from his VIP seat. The [Death of Love] Guild needed these materials the most.

"Yes." S.K.Y. nodded and raised his number plate.

"Half a million."

As soon as he spoke, murmurs spread through the crowd.

"Isn't that S.K.Y.?"

"Young Master Zhang is here too!"

"They were completely thrashed by the Black-hearted Princess last time. How interesting!" someone remarked with a sly grin.

"Hush, watch your mouth. You might get targeted!" A player next to him quickly covered his mouth.

"Someone mocked Young Master Zhang in public today. They were beaten up and killed by dozens of people. It was horrifying!" Though his voice wasn't loud, the players around him heard it clearly and quickly swallowed any words of mockery they had.

On the other side, the natives were surprised to see him spend half a million on a bunch of cheap items. They thought this outsider was rich but foolish. Shouldn't these materials be cheaper if sold in bulk?

In their opinion, these materials were worth 100,000 at most. They would even be discounted if bought in bulk. Buying at such an inflated price seemed foolish, even if he was rich.

However, something even more surprising happened. "Five hundred and twenty thousand!" Despite the high price, someone actually raised the bid!

It was another outsider. S.K.Y. and Taurus looked over and frowned. They recognized him. He was Cyrus Hou, Guild Master of the second-largest guild in the Linhnan server, [Skullhead].

Sensing their gaze, he responded with a warm smile. However, to S.K.Y. and Taurus, that smile felt deeply provocative!

"One million!" Taurus shouted, raising his number plate without a second thought. He had been filled with repressed anger for the past two days and couldn't tolerate any provocation.

The scene erupted in an uproar before he even finished speaking. Even the auctioneer on stage exclaimed, "Wow!" It was her first time seeing such a generous fool since she started working in the industry.

He had bid a million on materials worth 100,000 at most. Clearly, money meant nothing to him.

‘I have a hunch that this big fish is even bigger than Viscount Yelu!’ The beautiful auctioneer looked at Taurus with starry eyes, as if she were gazing at a pig made of gold.

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