Buying Slaves (4)

"The ones displayed outside are just ordinary stock. They haven't undergone any training or conditioning; they're only there to fill up the space. They're very cheap—one Divine Power Point can buy you ten." He spoke at an unhurried pace, with slight pauses mixed in.

"What about the ones inside?" Li Yu seemed to lose his patience over this matter and pressed for an answer.

"Brother, wasn't I just getting to that? Don't rush." Yet his opinion of Li Yu dropped another notch. No refinement at all. Look at how impatient he is.

Especially after noticing the subtle change in Li Yu's breathing, Ōtsutsuki Sanjian, a seasoned scout, observed every detail with great care.

Li Yu's acting could be called flawless. He performed with his entire body, putting it into his words, eyes, expressions, movements—even the slightest changes in his breathing. Those expressionless pretty-boy actors couldn't compare to him by miles.

Those stone-faced young idols could go through an entire drama with the same indifferent expression. Happiness, anger, sorrow, fear—they handled everything with one face. Kicking their legs and glaring their eyes through the whole show, they could pull you out of the story in minutes.

Sanjian, you bastard. You're still keeping me in suspense at a time like this? Forcing extra scenes on me without paying extra.

But then again, this bastard deliberately piqued my interest before slowly explaining things, just because he wanted to see how I'd react.

As Li Yu secretly considered whether to elevate his performance, Ōtsutsuki Sanjian seemed to feel some discomfort in his throat and coughed dryly several times in a row. Naturally, Li Yu cooperated with a fitting display, making himself look like a young Ōtsutsuki with no scheming mind or refinement whatsoever.

"The stock inside has been carefully selected. Prices start at a