919 Auction 1 (1/2)

”And what the hell are you?” Baldhead glared at him coldly, staring at Garen as he approached.

”It's all a misunderstanding, let's make love, not war, and call it quits, shall we?” Garen said with a smile.

Joy flashed through Celine's eyes, she knew just how powerful Garen was. While Baldhead was distracted, she gave her legs a jolt, and spun them hard, breaking free from his grip. She quickly took two steps back.

But that sense of powerlessness did not disappear.

”You used poison?!” Her expression instantly changed slightly.

”What do you mean by poison, little pretty?” Baldhead laughed, his eyes narrowed. ”Did you think that you can get away unharmed after touching my body?”

”Didn't you hear what I said?” Garen walked over and stood in front of Celine, facing Baldhead. ”It was all just a misunderstanding, let us all calm down, and understand each other better.”

He would not put him and his companion in trouble just for something as meaningless as pity.

Baldhead seemed to have a considerable background and strength, it would truly be troublesome if he provoked a powerful faction just like that.

”I say, who do you think you are? Scram!” Baldhead's expression turned cold. He actually stomped forward, his large foot aiming hard towards Garen's face.

Garen tilted his body away slightly, avoiding that stomp, and then he abruptly grabbed Baldhead's stomping foot with his hand. He released a slight breath.

”Garen, you never were the type to hold yourself back!” said Celine from behind, mercilessly.

”We can't kill anyone here, so it's pointless to fight back and forth, we should all try to be more peaceful,” said Garen, his expression calm as he shook his head.

When they heard that, Baldhead and the people around him all paused for a moment, they vaguely felt a hint of cold killing intent from Garen. All their hearts shook slightly.

Looks like this guy was a tough one too. The surrounding crowd knew that now.

At the same time, having been blocked, one of Baldhead's legs was being held in Garen's hands. But as Garen exerted more force in his grip, there began to be a faint sound of bone cracking.

”Let go!!” A sheen of sweat appeared on Baldhead's forehead.

”Relax, can't we all sit down and chat properly?” Garen smiled.

”I'm telling you to let go! Bastard!” howled Baldhead fiercely.

”Let him go! Unless you want to die outside, away from home,” the seductive woman beside Baldhead spoke as well, staring at Garen icily.

”Okay, okay... I'll let go.” Garen smiled and relaxed his grip lightly, letting go of Baldhead's leg.

All of a sudden, he turned around, and his booted leg became a grey shadow that whipped over. As though it was truly a lightning-fast whip, it even made an exploding sound in the air.

Bam!!

Blood sprayed everywhere. Baldhead's whole head had been blown apart, blood and brain matter spewing all over the place. His body fell to his knees stiffly, and as the woman beside him screamed, he fell forward, and was completely lifeless.

In an instant, his corpse had turned into a large field of white lights that scattered and vanished.

”Tsk-tsk-tsk... See, it's not like I can kill him for real, this will lead to troublesome consequence,” said Garen, shaking his head.

”You—y-you!!” That seductive woman could not even speak properly anymore, all the blood had drained out of her face, and she pointed at Garen as she stumbled backward. Suddenly she seemed to trip on something, falling to the ground, but she could not get up again no matter what she tried.

”That's what I said, there's no way you could be that kind of soft, weak, useless type of guy.” Celine seemed to have recovered some too, so she walked up to Garen and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. She lifted one leg, and kicked up a metal shard that was on the floor.

The metal shard spun quickly, and nailed itself into the woman's brow.

With a bam, the woman fell onto her back, turned into many white lights, and vanished.

The people who had gathered to watch were all shocked, these two were unnaturally ruthless, and just seeing how decisively they acted, they surely must be that type of cold-blooded, killing maniac from the real world outside. Otherwise, they would not have simply taken lives just like that in here.

”Alright, everyone, break it up, break it up,” said Garen loudly, waving his hand. ”This is just a virtual world anyway, it's not like they're really dead, so it's fine.”

”Young man, you two have done it now!” the old man who had been talking and standing next to Garen just now spoke. ”That baldy was from the Magnetic Field, if they discover your location in the real world...” He did not complete that sentence, but they knew the immense severity of it from his expression alone.