Auction

The monkey led the Reincarnators away one after another and hurried them to the training ground to train hard. In a large team like this, military discipline and rules were far stricter than in a small team. One careless mistake, and you were out.

Wan Yue quietly prepared to close the door and let the boss have some peace. Chekhov calmed himself and said in a low voice, "Don't go. Tell me, is Kirk just too proud to back down, so he's spouting off, or is he really confident?"

Wan Yue smiled faintly. "Both."

"What do you mean?" Chekhov asked.

"Judging by Kirk's expression, he's both indignant and confident. He must have a trump card we don't know about."

Chekhov gave a bitter laugh. "A trump card? What trump card could he possibly play in front of a Conqueror?"

Wan Yue shook her head. "Since we met Kirk, has he ever come off worse against a Contractor?"

The Contractor gazed out the window and smiled bitterly. "Now all we can do is take things one step at a time. I hope he realizes how serious this is soon."

Kirk walked away.

Wang Han said softly, "Chekhov may have ambitions when it comes to us, but overall, he means well."

"How could I not know?" Kirk said. "If I don't put him in his place, he'll never give up on the idea. Better to make him drop it for good."

"What do we do now?" Wang Han asked.

Kirk thought for a moment. "I heard there's an auction tonight?"

Wang Han nodded. "There is."

"How much does our team have left in its fund?" Kirk asked.

"We gained a lot in this world. We got a full thousand large Soul Crystals, but the team fought frequently, and our expenses were high.