Say You Won't Sell, and I'll Kill You

A faint smile curved Lin Feng's lips as he stepped into the dimly lit shop.

His gaze swept swiftly over the dusty odds and ends on the shelves before locking onto several inconspicuous pieces of ore.

"Boss, how much for these stones?" Lin Feng's voice broke the silence in the shop.

Only then did Flender lazily open one eye. He glanced in the direction Lin Feng was pointing and said casually, "Oh? You want all of them?"

Lin Feng nodded.

He knew nothing about ore and had no idea which piece it was, but that did not matter. Taking them all was the safest option—better to buy too many than miss the right one!

"All of them, packed up. One hundred Gold Coins." Flender did not even lift his eyelids as he named the price.

Lin Feng frowned slightly, wondering whether Flender would raise the price again later if he agreed too readily.

Sure enough, this guy really was a profiteer. His obsession with Gold Soul Coins was almost on par with Lin Feng's own!

A few lousy rocks, and he dared ask for a hundred Gold Coins?

How was that any different from robbery? No, he was robbing him!

"Too expensive. Lower it." Lin Feng's tone remained calm.

"Can't lower it."

Flender remained sprawled lazily, even turning over to face away from him. "Where did this brat come from? Buy it or don't."

Huh?

Lin Feng laughed. Flender should have been a level seventy-eight Soul Saint at this point, but Lin Feng was not afraid of him. So what if he were a Soul Douluo right now?

Humor you? Not a chance!

Without another word, he stepped forward, grabbed the pieces of ore in one sweep, and slapped them onto the old wooden table beside him.

Slap!

Ten gleaming Gold Coins were stacked neatly on the table.

"I think they're worth this much."

Lin Feng grabbed the ore, turned, and headed out. His movements were smooth and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"Friend!"

Flender sprang up from his recliner, a trace of coldness entering his voice.

The pressure of a Soul Saint surged toward Lin Feng. "Isn't this a little inappropriate?"

He had expected Lin Feng to turn pale in fright, yet the reaction he anticipated never came.

Lin Feng stopped, slowly turned around, and not only showed no fear, but wore an amused smile. "Profiteer, are you sure you won't let me leave?"

"I think these rocks are worth ten Gold Coins. Maybe you're even making a profit."

"Everyone dies eventually—some deaths weigh heavier than mountains, while others are utterly baffling. Isn't that right...?"

He toyed with the ore in his hand and continued, "Say you won't sell, and I'll kill you."

"Ha!"

Flender laughed in anger. Had he run into some edgy kid?

Did this kid really think he was an ordinary man?

With a teasing look on his face, he gradually increased the pressure, intending to crush this ignorant brat flat onto the ground.

"Big words. You've got guts, kid..."

Before he could finish, Flender's voice abruptly cut off!

A pressure far more terrifying than his own descended directly upon him.

In an instant, it suppressed him completely.

"Urgh!"

Flender let out a muffled groan. He found it hard to breathe, his heart pounded wildly, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

Never had the shadow of death felt so clear.

He stared at Lin Feng in utter horror, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The level of this pressure far surpassed his own, even exceeding that of a Soul Saint. He could not resist it at all.

"Ten Gold Coins. Can you sell them?" Lin Feng's voice remained calm.

Flender was a shrewd man. After that brief exchange, he had already recognized the gap between them.

The other party was not bluffing. He truly had the power to kill him.

A wise man submitted to circumstances. Money was naturally less important than his life!

"Sell! I'll sell! Ten Gold Coins, I'll sell them!"

Flender nodded frantically, afraid Lin Feng would change his mind if he hesitated for even a second.

In any case, these lousy rocks had not cost much when he acquired them. He really was still making a profit at ten Gold Coins.

Lin Feng grinned when he heard that. Trying to cheat me out of Gold Coins? No chance.

If he had not been certain that one of the ores contained Board Crystal, he would not have paid even ten Gold Coins.

He withdrew the pressure he had released, and an innocent, harmless smile returned to his face.

"Why are you so nervous? Don't worry, I'm not a good person."

"If you're doing business, do it properly. If you'd done this from the start, everyone would've saved themselves the trouble. Didn't expect you to be such a reasonable boss...!"

He kept talking to himself without bothering to look at Flender's expression.

Tossing the ore in his hand, he turned and leisurely walked out of the shop.

Only after Lin Feng's figure had completely disappeared around the street corner did Flender collapse into his recliner.

He gasped for breath and repeatedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He had felt that icy killing intent clearly just now.

He was certain that if he had acted even a little tougher...

He might already have become a corpse.

With that kind of strength, no one in this place could do anything to Lin Feng.

This was just too much bullying. What did he mean, Flender was reasonable?

It was stifling—utterly stifling.

But he truly could not beat him. His aura alone had been overwhelmingly weaker than the other man's.

"Could he be a Titled Douluo? Impossible... How could he be so young...?"

Though he was still shaken, he reached out to collect the ten Gold Coins from the table. At this moment, only Gold Coins could bring him any comfort.

But just as his fingers touched the tabletop—

Crack, crack—

The seemingly intact old wooden table suddenly collapsed without warning, turning into a pile of fine wood chips with smooth, even cuts!

The coins clattered as they rolled among the wood chips.

Flender's heart skipped a beat, and his scalp went numb. He had clearly been badly frightened.

He yanked his hand back, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat!

Cold sweat soaked through his clothes once more.

Too terrifying. It was simply too terrifying.

"When... when did he make his move?"

He had not even seen the other party make a single unnecessary movement!

"When did Suotuo City get such a terrifying fiend?"

Still deeply shaken, Flender looked at the pile of wood chips and scattered coins, feeling that this was no place to linger.

"Can't provoke him, can't provoke him. I can't stay here—I need to leave, quickly!"

He no longer cared about anything else. In a fluster, he swept the coins into his pocket, locked the shop door, and raced toward Shrek Academy without looking back.

All he wanted now was to get as far away from that terrifying young man as possible!

Hotel Suite

Lin Feng wandered around outside for half the day and even sampled several local snacks. Time passed quickly enough.

On his way back, he deliberately packed up a few snacks that looked fairly good.

When he pushed open the suite door, he saw Zhu Zhuqing sitting alone in the shadows by the window, staring blankly outside. She did not react at all, not even when he entered.

The lingering light of the setting sun outlined her slender yet stubborn silhouette, carrying a broken sort of loneliness.

It seemed this girl had been hurt badly.

"Disciple, it's time to eat."

Lin Feng set the takeout boxes on the table, being unusually generous for once...!

"Here. This meal... Your Master is treating."