That Fragrant Fragrance

Jin Douluo collided with VIP Number Seven, the Eighth-level Soul Engineer. The impact wrecked most of the Soul Tools on both men, left them badly injured, and allowed the black-clad figures they were each chasing to escape.

Once they recovered their senses, Jin Douluo and the Eighth-level Soul Engineer immediately began spewing "fragrance" at each other.

Before long, however, the Eighth-level Soul Engineer got a clear look at Jin Douluo's face. His expression, voice, and body all instinctively wilted. He swallowed the rest of his "fragrance," then said with extreme caution, "T-Teacher."

Jin Douluo said, "Huh? Fragrance, it's you, my fragrant disciple?!"

Immediately, Jin Douluo flew into a rage. "Fragrance, you fragrant little fragrance! What have I always fragrant taught you? You have to stay fragrant calm when you do things! Charging around like that—are you rushing off to fragrance?! Fragrant hell, who knows how many of your teacher's ribs you fragrant broke! Fragrance!"

Only after he had vented his fill of fragrance did Jin Douluo calm down again. Then he asked, "What were you in such a hurry to chase just now?"

The Eighth-level Soul Engineer immediately felt aggrieved. "I was robbed, Teacher! That's why I was chasing the person who robbed me. Speaking of which, that robber was really something. I don't know what trick he used, but he took every Storage Soul Tool I had on me in an instant. He was ridiculously fast, too. Even with all my Soul Guidance Propellers running, I couldn't catch him."

Jin Douluo was immediately taken aback. "What? You were robbed too? What did he steal?"

The Eighth-level Soul Engineer answered honestly, "What I bought at the auction today—the second Grade Eight Soul Tool Cannon."

Understanding dawned on Jin Douluo. "You attended that auction too?"

The Eighth-level Soul Engineer looked a