"That's right. You sold for two billion Beli, and to a Celestial Dragon at that. You'll be able to live in luxury from now on," MR. Disco said to Chen Fan.
"A Celestial Dragon?" Chen Fan froze for a moment. Of course he knew about the Celestial Dragons—the scum who had left that mark on the back of his woman, Hancock.
"So I was sold for such a high price. Can you tell me who the sellers were?" Chen Fan asked with a smile, seeming completely unconcerned about having been sold.
"No problem! When they heard you were worth so much, the sellers rushed over too," MR. Disco said. Several people then approached. They were the human traffickers who had brought Chen Fan here, smiles plastered across their faces. They had never expected Chen Fan to be worth so much. This was truly a huge haul. Seeing their smug expressions, Law and Kid knew that they probably would not even realize how they died.
Chen Fan looked at them indifferently, then smiled. "I thought those women had sold me. Turns out it was you lot."
"...!"
The ropes around Chen Fan's body snapped apart. Everyone was startled as Chen Fan rose to his feet and walked toward them. Terror flooded the traffickers' faces as they shouted at MR. Disco, "He's going to kill us! Stop him!"
MR. Disco spread his hands. "The deal has already been completed. He no longer belongs to me, so there's nothing I can do." His intentions were obvious. If Chen Fan killed these people, all the money would belong to him, and it would save him the trouble. He could even continue holding slave auctions here in the future. Without lifting a finger, he would get the best of both worlds.
Chen Fan