Buying Slaves (1)

Ōtsutsuki Kōsuke snorted coldly, landed back on the ground, and defended himself. "I just wanted to get a clearer look."

"The loser is trash. Trash doesn't deserve to live in this world, nor does it have any value in living."

"I can afford to pay this tiny amount of divine power points."

"Shūichi, consider yourself lucky this time. Just you wait."

"In that case, your big brother will gladly accept it. And as for King No. 1's Hǎijīn Armor, I won't be polite about taking that either."

Ōtsutsuki Kōsuke's body trembled as he turned away. He forcibly suppressed his anger, then left with his guards.

Ōtsutsuki Shūichi's laughter rang out from the VIP seats. Even if he could not get the 30,000 divine power points, he had still obtained a damaged set of Hǎijīn Armor.

"Master, we made a huge profit today—30,000 divine power points!"

"Did I earn 30,000? That's two fruits!" As he spoke, Ōtsutsuki Shūichi kissed the little mouth of the female elf beside him.

"That armor is already broken. You still want it?"

"Of course I do. Kōsuke put a lot of effort into forging that set of armor. Besides..." Ōtsutsuki Shūichi did not finish what he was saying. In truth, it was simply a psychological thing—snatching away what the other person treasured most to satisfy certain desires of his own.

"My little treasure, how should your master reward you tonight?"

"Master, just be gentler with me." With her coquettish manner of speaking, exquisite face, and sexy figure, she was absolutely lethal to young men.

The VIP seats were already planning a celebration for their victory.

The other Ōtsutsuki, however, were in no mood to celebrate. They all looked as if their fathers had died, glaring down below with bloodshot eyes like gamblers. In their hearts, they