Wooden Puppet: I Was Absolutely Terrified

He himself was an Eighth-level Soul Engineer. The reason he had bought the second auction lot was that he felt certain aspects of that Soul Tool were worth learning from. Perhaps it might even offer him a glimpse of the doorway to becoming a Level 9 Soul Engineer.

Although he was an Eighth-level Soul Engineer, his wealth still could not stretch to buying a Soul Bone.

So he planned to simply seize it by force.

He felt that, with his strength as an Eighth-level Soul Engineer, his chances of getting his hands on the Soul Bone were very high.

Perhaps he could even pick up a Grade Nine Fixed Soul Tool Projectile as a bonus!

It was worth taking the desperate risk!

But as he passed an alley, a figure in black suddenly darted out. Using a technique he could not comprehend and a speed he could scarcely believe, the figure felt him up all over, instantly stripped him of every Storage Soul Tool he carried, then swiftly slipped away.

The Eighth-level Soul Engineer dragged his slightly wobbly legs forward, fighting the tingling left in his body by the black-clad figure's groping. His cheeks faintly flushed, he shouted rather weakly, "Stop right there for this old lady—man!"

Then he activated his Soul Guidance Propeller and gave chase.

The winners of the third auction lot were the four distinguished guests in private room seventeen.

All four were handsome men and beautiful women, but that could not conceal the fact that these newcomers were four broke-ass losers.

They had no particular intentions. They merely wanted to stroll around Radiant City's night market and buy a few novel trinkets or some very practical Soul Tools.

But as they passed the entrance to an alley, a figure in black suddenly darted out, snatched