"One thousand Black Crystal Coins, and this ship is yours. Sale only, no rentals!" The tall, bald brute held up one finger.
"This is the smallest ship, and it's already so old it's falling apart. So many critical parts are rotten and warped. One thousand Black Crystal Coins? That's daylight robbery. It isn't even worth one thousand Purple Crystal Coins!"
"This is the only ship left. If you don't want it, get out!"
"You think I don't know sandships can be assembled on the spot?" Old Ral sneered. "Where's Pan Rui? Tell him to come see me. I'm an old friend of his. I refuse to believe Pan Rui would dare fob me off with this kind of junk!"
"Old man, your information is badly outdated." Murderous intent flashed through the bald brute's eyes. He slammed a hand on the table, and more than a dozen people immediately rushed into the room. "Pan Rui died by my hand last year. This shipyard is now under the rule of Lord Okafo! And now I've changed my mind. Hand over all the money on you! Otherwise, leave your lives behind!"
As Old Ral stood on guard, Chen Rui stepped forward. Everyone felt the air abruptly freeze solid, and waves of chill that seeped straight into their souls swiftly spread through their bodies, robbing them entirely of the ability to move.
"This ship really is old." Chen Rui had only spoken one sentence when the ship instantly collapsed. Everything turned into grain-like particles of sand and vanished, as though it had never existed in this world.
The people who had rushed in broke out in cold sweat at the sight, including the bald "factory manager."
Chen Rui said unhurriedly, "Your name is Okafo, right? Do you want to go look for that ship