The bodyguards would be dead if anything happened to Figo. The hunters laughed heartily, happy at this scene. All the hunters in Orbit City resented the arrogant and domineering Larson family and wished bad luck would befall them. The Larson family were usually very arrogant and did not see hunters as humans at all. They were very happy to see someone dealing with them at last. “Move along, stop standing around. You can’t buy anything if you don’t queue up!” Seeing everyone still dumbfounded, Aslan urged. He was surprised by their slow reaction. Everyone quickly queued up, eager to grab all the pills they could. Philip smiled at the spectacular scene. He took a camouflage pill to turn into the wealthy businessman from Imperial City that he was disguised as last night. He wanted to witness the miserable state of Bijou Parlor. Figo had no time to cause trouble for Aslan. He suffered several broken bones from the beating and looked very fragile. He had to rush to Bij

Although this woman was very beautiful, she was not worth the money he spent on her. Figo lamented all the money he spent in Bijou Parlor. “Damn it, why didn’t I realize before that this woman isn’t good enough?” Figo was rueful but wanted to cause trouble for that man. He forced himself to calm down and entered the auction venue. Although he was unhappy with Scarlet, she was still his fiancée. How could she serve other people so attentively? Besides, he had another reason for being with Scarlet. He wanted to try to control Bijou Parlor through her. Although the idea sounded bizarre, it was his ultimate dream. Once the dream came true, his status in the family would be completely different. His siblings could only look up to him. Even his brother working in Imperial City had to treat him with respect. As soon as Figo entered the auction venue, he saw Mr. Lindell. Although he was old, he could not conceal his noble demeanor. Figo was not stupid enough not to

Seeing that the other two parties were not interested in the items on auction, Scarlet decided to sell the items she bought from Treasure House. Scarlet had personally verified the authenticity of these treasures. Although Scarlet did not buy many pills from Treasure House, she had weapons. Scarlet quickly started hyping up the atmosphere. If the stuff from Bijou Parlor could not pique their interest, things from Treasure House would surely catch their attention. Sure enough, everyone was excited as soon as the items went on display. Even the paid extras widened their eyes in shock. The weapons sold in Treasure House were unused in a brand-new state. As Scarlet had bought the items and tried them out personally, the brilliance of the weapons could hardly be contained. “Are those spiritual weapons?!” Mr. Lindell stared at these weapons in shocked disbelief and apprehension. Although Mr. Lindell was most professional in making pills, he knew a thing or two about wea

Mr. Lindell knew that the other party was willing to accept this loss purely because of his identity. He felt very pleased that this woman’s choice did not disappoint him. After going through the weapons, Mr. Lindell handed them over to the man in black. Now was not the time to be looking at them. The man in black shuddered as he held these weapons, amazed by the good quality. He felt the power of these weapons and simply wanted to fall on his knees. At this moment, he noticed something unusual. The weapon he held was engraved with the words ‘Treasure House.’ He subconsciously looked at other weapons and found the same. Obviously, it was the signature of the weaponsmith. “Mr. Lindell, look.” The man in black quickly informed Mr. Lindell of this discovery, thinking that it was strange. Mr. Lindell looked over in confusion and verified his discovery. “What place is this Treasure House?” he asked Scarlet in puzzlement. Mr. Lindell had just arrived and did not hav

“Indeed, this weapon is a product of Treasure House. If you want to buy something, you need to line up at the end of the queue. We don’t give preferential treatment no matter what identity or status you have,” Noelle said with a smile, her meaning clear. Mr. Lindell was surprised by her stubbornness. He signaled to the man in black, allowing him to reveal his identity. The man in black nodded and made Mr. Lindell's identity known. “Maybe you don't know my master’s identity. He’s a level-seven alchemist from Imperial City. He wants to buy your pills and weapons for research. It’s your honor to learn from him.” Philip was amused by Mr. Lindell's pretentiousness, but the latter had the right to act like this. As the top alchemist on this continent, he was always respected everywhere he went. Now that someone was giving him the cold shoulder, it was natural that he felt uncomfortable. After revealing Mr. Lindell's identity, the man in black thought the other party would be sc