Buying Slaves

The plump manager approached quickly with a professional, courteous smile, bowing slightly.

"What would you like to see, sir? Whether it's guards to watch the house or maidservants to pour tea and water, we have everything you could need!"

"As long as your budget is sufficient, we can even arrange Universe Level slaves for you."

Lin Fan ignored the plump manager's sales pitch and rapidly calculated his current assets in his mind.

My total assets, after converting all those Silver Blue Coins, Ganwu Coins, and Universe Coins, come to roughly 3.3 billion Black Dragon Coins.

So...

For this slave purchase, I can use at most half of that—around 1.6 billion Black Dragon Coins. I'll keep the rest in reserve.

Having made up his mind, Lin Fan raised his eyes and looked at the still-talking manager, cutting him off directly.

"Cut the nonsense. I'm not buying low-level cannon fodder or decorative vases."

"My budget is 1.6 billion Black Dragon Coins. I want it all spent on slaves at Star Level Nine or above, and I also want one Universe Level One slave."

"Don't even think about cheating me. I know the prices of every kind of slave. If your quote is too high, I'll buy elsewhere."

At those words, the plump manager's expression grew slightly serious, and he immediately put away his casual sales talk.

He gave Lin Fan another careful look. The respect in his eyes deepened, though he retained a merchant's composure.

"A budget of 1.6 billion, and you want a Universe Level..."

The plump manager nodded slightly, his attitude becoming even more respectful.

He had originally assumed Lin Fan was some young master buying a few Planetary Level slaves for show. He had not expected him to be a true major customer.

After all, while Universe Level slaves were available on the market, they were practically prized inventory kept in reserve, and few people bought them.

It often took months, or even several years, before someone came to purchase a Universe Level slave.

Faced with such a major transaction, the plump manager turned slightly and made a respectful inviting gesture.

"Honored guest, this is not the place to discuss such a large deal. Please follow me."

He led the way with steady steps, inviting Lin Fan into an extravagantly furnished VIP room.

Seated on a soft sofa upholstered in the hide of some unknown beast, Lin Fan accepted the fruit-scented drink offered by a beautiful maid, took a light sip, then went straight to the point.

"My time is valuable. Bring up all the stock in your store that meets my requirements. Money isn't a problem, but I only want those with the strongest combat ability."

"Understood. Please wait a moment, sir."

The plump manager nodded solemnly. Without further nonsense, he skillfully operated the console before him.

Whoosh.

Several holographic projections instantly appeared in the center of the VIP room, each surrounded by densely packed detailed data.

"Sir, a Universe Level One warrior normally costs between 200 million and 500 million Black Dragon Coins."

"A Star Level Nine warrior costs roughly 300 million Black Dragon Coins."

"Of course, if you wish to purchase a psychic, the price will be triple that of a warrior at the same level."

Hearing this, Lin Fan considered it for a moment before speaking.

"Then find me a Universe Level One warrior first."

"Yes, sir."

With a wave of his hand, the plump manager pointed at the largest projection in the room—a burly man with a dark gray metallic sheen covering his entire body.

"This is a Baijian Race Universe Level One warrior."

"Not only was he born with immense strength, but his dark gray skin is as tough as top-grade Force weapons of the same level. Ordinary physical attacks cannot penetrate his defense at all."

"Even more rarely, although he failed to comprehend the Origin Laws, he has exceptionally mastered the Second Layer Earth Domain and is proficient in a secret technique for explosive life-and-death combat."

"Among this batch of Universe Level One merchandise circulating on the market, he is absolutely at the ceiling in terms of combat power. Even against an ordinary Universe Level Two, he can confront them head-on."

"Thus, he is also the most expensive, priced at 500 million Black Dragon Coins."

Lin Fan looked at the man in the projection, who resembled an iron tower, and was quite satisfied.

"I'll take him."

Lin Fan made the decision immediately.

"No problem."

The plump manager nodded slightly, then pointed to the projection beside it.

"You have 1.1 billion Black Dragon Coins remaining. Since you want Star Level Nine slaves, to coordinate with this Universe Level warrior, I strongly recommend equipping your team with a high-level psychic as its brain and for long-range suppression."

The projection changed, revealing a slender humanoid with a pale face and ears that had an eerie radar-like shape.

"A Jihuai Race Star Level Nine psychic."

"The Jihuai Race possesses exceptional psychic talent. Their scouting, warning, and target-locking abilities are absolutely top-tier, making them ideal as the core brain of a team!"

"Of course, because she is a psychic, her price is also higher—600 million Black Dragon Coins!"

Lin Fan calculated it silently.

"Buy her."

"You are indeed decisive, sir. You now have 600 million Black Dragon Coins remaining, just enough to purchase three more top-tier Star Level Nine warriors and complete your guard team's lineup."

The plump manager's fingers flew across the screen, and information on one Star Level Nine slave after another appeared before Lin Fan.

Lin Fan swept his gaze across the remaining Star Level Nine list.

"This one, a Xuansheng Race warrior."

"This one, a Qingwan Race warrior."

"The last one, a Queying Race warrior."

Lin Fan selected three Star Level Nine warriors of distinctly different styles in one breath. The Xuansheng Race warrior excelled in defense, the Qingwan Race warrior excelled in close-combat slaughter, and the Queying Race warrior had excellent movement techniques.

Because all of them were among the best at Star Level Nine, their prices were also extremely high, with each costing 200 million Black Dragon Coins.

"One Universe Level One Baijian Race warrior, one Star Level Nine Xinting Race psychic, and one each of Star Level Nine Lieyan Race, Xueran Race, and Kongbu Race warriors." Lin Fan leaned back on the sofa, lightly tapping the table with his fingers.

"Seventeen hundred million Black Dragon Coins in total... It's only a little over. Forget it, settle the bill."

After payment was made, the plump manager held out a chip and a wristband with both hands, respectfully presenting them to Lin Fan.

"Sir, these are the master controllers for the miniature biochip controllers of all the slaves you purchased."

"As long as you insert this chip into your terminal or wear this wristband, all of their lives and deaths will be at your command."

"Even that Universe Level powerhouse cannot possibly escape. With a single thought from you, the chip in his brain will instantly detonate."

Lin Fan took the chip and inserted it into the auxiliary intelligent optical computer on his arm.

"Master, authority has been assumed. Should any potential threat be detected, I will initiate the destruction procedure within 0.00001 seconds."

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction, rose to his feet, and said to the plump manager beside him, "Bring them out."

"Yes, I'll arrange it immediately."

Only three minutes later.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Extremely heavy footsteps sounded from the corridor outside the VIP room. As the alloy doors slid apart to either side, five figures slowly entered.

Walking at the front was the Universe Level Baijian Race giant, nearly three meters tall and resembling a dark gray metallic demon god.

Behind him, the four Star Level Nine powerhouses from the Jihuai Race, Xuansheng Race, Qingwan Race, and Queying Race stood in a row.

When the five saw Lin Fan, the ferocity in their eyes instantly receded, replaced by deep numbness and absolute submission.

Thud!

Led by the Universe Level Baijian Race giant, the five powerhouses dropped to one knee in unison before Lin Fan, lowering their heads.

"Greetings, Master."

Five low yet perfectly synchronized voices echoed through the VIP room.

Lin Fan looked down at the five slaves submitting at his feet, his face showing little expression.

"Rise."

Without another word of nonsense, Lin Fan turned and strode toward the exit of the trading house.

"Follow me."

"Yes!"