Reincarnation Paradise: Passion Leads to Greatest Success

Chapter 193 The Lively Auction Scene

"You three rascals, what do you think? As long as you're willing to come back, the treatment is guaranteed to be very generous."

The God Emperor came from behind and stopped the three Chinese national football team players and Shila from their verbal attack.

"God Emperor, we three are used to venturing out alone, thank you for taking care of us before."

The three brothers of the national football team, who had just been acting silly and assertive, suddenly became much more normal in front of the God Emperor, and their tone became somewhat respectful.

After greeting Su Xiao remotely, Fang Yu remained seated, silently observing the unique interactions among the Divine Emperor and his companions.

He sensed no threat from the three armored men, nor from Sheila and the God Emperor, so they were not to be feared in terms of strength.

The changes in Su Xiao were obvious; his killing intent was far more intense than before, as if it contained the aura of thousands of lives.

This made Fang Yu feel a little strange. He had killed quite a few people, so why couldn't anyone sense any killing intent from him? Instead, he seemed to be more alluring and seductive.

"Shira is as beautiful as a flower!!!" ×3

Just then, the unified shouts of the three national football team players echoed through the first few rows of seats, attracting even more curious glances from the crowd.

Fang Yu came to his senses and realized that the three armored men were complete goofballs, while Sheila was a sharp-tongued beauty with a sharp tongue.

Most importantly, these people are clearly at odds with Su Xiao. They will kill if they can, and they won't hold back if they can beat him, but they always leave a little room for maneuver. They can cooperate if the benefits are enough.

This kind of relationship, where one can be an enemy or an ally at any time, is indeed very much in line with the intense competitive atmosphere of the amusement park.

"I heard you're a master blacksmith?"

With an inscrutable smile, the God Emperor walked to Fang Yu's right and sat down. He picked up a banana from the table, and as soon as he peeled it, he was met with Mia's silent gaze. After thinking for a moment, he handed the banana to Mia.

"What, do you have that kind of need?"

Fang Yu took a sip of juice. It wouldn't be difficult for anyone interested to find out that he had become an external forging master of the Twilight Merchant Guild. The guild might even actively promote it to attract customers.

"What's the price?"

"It depends on what quality you want."

"What about gold?"

"You need to provide all the forging materials, forging blueprints, and forging furnaces yourself, and give me 5% of the profits."

"What the hell? Are you robbing me?"

The God Emperor was surprised and shifted his position to the side. He hadn't even said what rating and characteristics he wanted yet, and he was already asking for 50%.

"Rating limits, selectable features."

"I'll contact you if you need anything."

Seeing Fang Yu's confidence, the Divine Emperor hesitated for a moment, then left a message and returned to his seat number one.

It's 7:50 o'clock, and the auction is about to begin.

The venue was now completely full, and one could hear grudges between contractors cursing loudly, which made the waiting period anything but boring; on the contrary, it became even more lively.

"God Emperor, it seems you're doing quite well, hosting such a large-scale auction."

Revolver walked to the front row with a cigar in his mouth, a mocking look on his face, as if he had simply come to ridicule.

"You bastard—"

The God Emperor's expression was very unpleasant. As everyone knows, the Phantom Troupe and the God Emperor's Adventurer Group are at odds, and for this reason, he specifically ordered that tickets not be sold to members of the Phantom Troupe.

Now, however, the revolver has entered the scene.

The subordinates nearby realized this as well and immediately contacted their comrades at the door. Upon receiving the message, they shook their heads helplessly.

It's true that the tour group couldn't buy tickets, but they couldn't control others trading tickets; if they had tickets, they could only let the other party in.

"God Emperor, you're too stingy. You won't even sell us a single ticket."

Zuo Lun sat in seat number 15, with his legs crossed.

The Emperor took a deep breath, suppressing his rage. The guild had killed more than thirty of his men, and he was determined to avenge that.

"Big sister, may I kill you?"

Just then, a clear child's voice made Sheila's expression change drastically.

A little girl was standing behind her, dressed in red children's clothes, with a lollipop in her mouth, and the Arabic numeral 6 tattooed on the back of her pink hand.

Sheila's face turned pale: "You psychopathic killer, stay away from me."

"How heartless, considering they were already so 'intimate' in contact."

Gulu looked exactly like a child with an innocent heart. She didn't care about Sheila's disdain because she noticed the guy who seemed to have blown up Revolver's bladder, Bai Ye.

However, before she could confirm, she saw a cold sweat suddenly break out on Zuo Lun's forehead. He seemed to have seen something, and the pressure on him instantly became overwhelming.

Fang Yu felt that coming to this auction was worthwhile. He saw many interesting people, whether it was the three silly armored men, the sharp-tongued Sheila, or the Phantom Troupe members Revolver and the little girl who appeared now. These people were obviously strong among the contractors.

From the network of relationships he has seen so far, it is clear that Su Xiao does not get along well with these people, and they may have had some conflicts with each other, and none of them have gained any advantage from Su Xiao.

Then there's the relationship between the God Emperor's Adventure Team and the Pilgrimage Group, which is worse than I imagined.

Revolver had told him before that within the troupe, the earlier the number, the stronger the member.

This little girl, number 6, is actually stronger than Revolver, and Sheila is very wary of her, even calling her a perverted killer. It seems that she is also a ruthless character who kills without blinking an eye.

"Big brother, would you like to join the Phantom Troupe?"

Ignoring Zuo Lun's advice, Gulu stepped forward, blinked her big, watery eyes, and looked incredibly cute with her soft, sweet voice.

The news that Black Knife had destroyed the revolver with two strikes in the arena had already spread throughout the guild's chat channel, and everyone was talking about it with great interest.

She was very interested in Black Knife. Both were skilled with knives, but Bai Ye was full of murderous aura, while Black Knife gave people the feeling of a kind boy next door. The contrast was like heaven and earth.

Su Xiao, who was in seat number eight, saw Gulu flirting with Black Knife. She took a bite of her apple, ready to watch the show.

Whether it was their first meeting or now that his strength has greatly improved, he could always vaguely sense the strong threat emanating from Black Knife.

This sense of crisis arose even when the other party was behaving so kindly.

He could easily imagine that if this Black Blade, also a hunter, were to fight, even he himself would probably find it difficult to withstand it.

Even the God Emperor, Sheila, and Qian Dapang, the leader of the Black Sail Merchant Guild, were watching this scene closely.

"Little sister, you're so cute. Come and sit here."

Fang Yu patted the sofa next to him with a smile.

"Is the older brother a pedophile?"

Gulu asked innocently, which only made Fang Yu's smile even brighter.

Fighting is forbidden in the Paradise of Reincarnation. When Gulu returned to Revolver's side, his face was very sour and a hint of murderous intent was in his eyes.

There were faint finger marks on both sides of her fair face, from Fang Yu pinching her, like pinching a doll. The force was very light and didn't hurt, but her face was fair and tender enough that even a light touch left finger marks.