Chapter 305 (1/2)

These were the ones who knew of the identity of the old man that was helplessly forced to chug a piece of peanut down his throat.

The man was a fable in his time and the books of old were testament to his power.

Though there were only a number of people who knew of the deeds that corresponded to his person, but that was more than enough to drive the nail in.

”Thank you for your graciousness, Rake Stevens. If i may ask, can i have more of those divine treasures?” The old man asked.

He put a hand to his chest in salutations and respect towards the host that had dragged him like a puppet before but alas, the shameful yet auspicious encounter was indeed a blessing in disguise.

”You can't be too greedy, Marcos. You have had you share so it's better to leave the rest for my sect's consumption.” a woman who knew that man interjected.

”Fuck off, you old hag! Don't tell me only you can afford these am...” The two bickered and a lot joined in to voice their thoughts.

Within minutes, the scene was akin to the market atmosphere previously. Rake who witnessed the raucous banters around him sported a happy smile.

He let them continue while he asked his consultant for advice.

”Do i have to sell them as the price stated beforehand?”

”Negative, host. You can choose to raise their value as long as it does not go below its initial appraisal. If you do, you will shoulder the cost of the loss.”

”Good.” Rake had an urged to laugh out loud but held the mirth inside. Time to milk the cow for all its juices. He clapped his hand to get the attention of the rowdy old men and women.

In a breath, not a single sound was heard in the vast chambers. It would not be an exaggeration to count their numbers to nearly a million.

There was a sea of colors in the peoples' distinctive sect apparels and that fact had only brought further glee on Rake's heart.

”CRACK!” A peanut shell broke and a single piece dropped down into one palm. Rake held the thing up and took it closer into his lids.

With the proximity of the spherical item, he moved his body from left to right and back again, perfectly enticing the horde of prospective consumers.

”All of you...”

”…why don't you give me an offer i can't refuse?” Rake said and a set of perfect white teeth blossomed on his mien. Thus, the auction began in frenzy.

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Directly above Rake where no soul was aware of their movements but one, a voice asked.

”Where are you going, Allon?”

”What do you think? I'm going to get myself a bride!”

BOOM!

”BANG!”

A deafening noise came from up the skies to deliver the echoes of the oncoming destruction.

Immediately after, a mighty image of an ethereal fist descended towards the sunken place in the slums, particularly towards the abode of the recently purchased restaurant of Rake.

This fist was so massive that the entire city in comparison was akin to a gentle dot amidst the immensity of its size. And to top all that, its speed was also unbelievably fast.

From its advent up until it kissed the vicinity of its target, everything just happened in a flash. A mere fraction of a breath in fact.