Faced with Fang Yu's threat, even Mittel Ya Fei and the old man could only agree under duress. They knew perfectly well that they had no room to bargain with Fang Yu. Besides, accompanying him on a stroll around Wutan City was not much of a hardship.
Thus, Mittel Ya Fei ultimately agreed and accompanied Fang Yu as he wandered around Wutan City. Fang Yu had two reasons for doing this: first, he wanted a beauty by his side; second, he wanted to see how much attention it would draw and how many fools it would attract, so he could extort them.
After all, nothing was more likely to provoke hatred than having Mittel Ya Fei accompany him—at least, that was true in Wutan City.
The facts proved that Fang Yu had been right. When Mittel Ya Fei linked her arm through his as they left the Mittel Auction House and headed for the various market districts of Wutan City, the hostile, hateful, resentful, jealous, and envious gazes fixed upon Fang Yu never ceased. Some people looked as though they wanted to carve him into a thousand pieces. Yet not a single person dared to make a move.
"Their guts are so small. Not one person has dared to stop me or attack me even now. What a regrettable thing."
After strolling about for most of the day beneath countless burning, jealous, hateful, and resentful stares, Fang Yu sighed.
He truly had not expected the mercenaries and wealthy young masters of Wutan City to be so timid. Not a single person had attacked him or stepped out to block his way.
"Perhaps it is because Young Master Fang Yu's divine might is unparalleled, frightening them so badly that they do not dare act rashly."
Mittel Ya Fei covered her lips