Unleashing a Massacre

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"The first treasure is the Heart of the Ocean, painstakingly crafted by the Emerald Kingdom over five years. Wearing it will make any woman even more beautiful. It is an exceptionally rare accessory for women. Starting bid: fifty million Beli. The only one in the world!"

An Meier lifted the black cloth from a servant's hands. In an instant, the entire dim hall shone with a dazzling blue radiance, as though an ocean lay before them, captivating everyone's souls.

The Heart of the Ocean was heart-shaped, crystal-clear and azure, formed from twenty-four identical diamonds woven together.

"Wow, it's so beautiful."

The entire hall fell silent. Countless women stared at the Heart of the Ocean necklace with entranced, greedy eyes.

"Darling, I want it."

Not only the women were entranced; even some of the men lost themselves for a moment.

Every woman in the hall went wild.

"Sixty million Beli." A fairly refined-looking middle-aged woman was the first to raise the bid.

"Eighty million."

Another greedy voice rang out, determined to win it.

"One hundred million."

A fat, big-eared man held a seductive beauty in his arms and spent lavishly.

"One hundred and thirty million."

After ten whole minutes of fierce bidding, the final price reached two hundred million Beli. A wealthy man won it and immediately gave it to the beauty in his arms, filling many women with envy.

"Congratulations to that beautiful lady for obtaining the Heart of the Ocean. You will be the most dazzling and happiest woman here."

On the platform, An Meier offered a flattering remark before continuing, "The second item is one of the world's only fifty Skillful Grade Swords. Remember, one of only fifty in the entire world. You can imagine how rare it is. To a swordsman, a good weapon is life itself. Starting bid: one hundred million Beli."

Right from the start, the minimum bid was one hundred million Beli. And this was merely one of the fifty Skillful Grade Swords. Above them were Great Grade Swords and Supreme Grade Swords. To swordsmen, such weapons were a fatal temptation.

Just think of how many swordsmen there were in the world, yet there were not even a hundred truly fine weapons.

"One hundred and fifty million."

Below the stage, a pirate with a longsword at his waist stared fervently at the Skillful Grade Sword on the platform.

"One hundred and sixty million."

Another swordsman raised the stakes.

"One hundred and eighty million."

Almost everyone raising the bids was a swordsman. Even if wealthy men or nobles bought it, it would only be for collection purposes. There was no need to spend so much money, because to them, a Skillful Grade Sword was merely scrap metal.

Different people placed different values on things.

In the end, after fierce bidding, the price rose to two hundred and eighty million Beli, and a pirate won it.

Some swordsmen who had failed to obtain it stared at that pirate with dangerous, ill-intentioned looks.

"What are you looking at? I'm the vice captain of the Tiger Pirates, with a bounty of eighty million Beli. If you've got the guts, come find me."

Facing those hostile stares, the pirate who had won the Skillful Grade Sword looked utterly disdainful.

Pirate bounties at present were nothing like those in the future. An initial estimate put today's eighty million at at least over a hundred million in the future.

"Congratulations to this gentleman for successfully winning one of the world's fifty Skillful Grade Swords. Next is a Longleg Tribe slave—"

At that moment, guards from the auction house led a young, beautiful Longleg Tribe woman onto the platform. Her legs were fair and slender, an immense temptation to men with certain tastes.

Her eyes were dull and lifeless, without the slightest trace of hope. This Longleg Tribe beauty still looked somewhat immature and might not even have reached adulthood.

Ye Chen, seated at the very back, suddenly turned cold. A faint but tangible killing intent rose from him as he stared fixedly at An Meier.

Scenes from the past began replaying before Ye Chen's eyes. Back then, he had been so similar to this Longleg Tribe woman.

Without a sound, Ye Chen appeared on the platform, standing right beside An Meier.

Ye Chen's ghostly appearance startled An Meier, while the bidders below were also briefly stunned.

"Who are you?"

Frowning, An Meier looked at Ye Chen with great authority. She was the auction house owner's mistress and held considerable power.

An Meier's body suddenly rose into the air. Her face flushed red as she struggled violently, because Ye Chen had grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground.

Ye Chen's actions shocked the entire hall. He was clearly here to cause trouble. In an instant, many auction house thugs surrounded the platform.

"Where is Anslage?"

Gripping An Meier by the throat, Ye Chen spoke in a chilling tone.

"Kid, you'd better let go, or I'll make you regret being born into this world." Even with her throat being gripped, An Meier showed no fear, her face full of menace.

"Release Lady An Meier!"

All around them, countless gun barrels were aimed at Ye Chen. So long as An Meier gave the order, Ye Chen would be riddled with bullets.

"Ahhh!"

Blood sprayed everywhere. A bone-chilling scream pierced everyone's eardrums. Blood covered the floor, and a fair arm twitched from time to time before everyone's eyes.

Her face twisted grotesquely. The once-seductive An Meier now screamed like a vicious ghost.

Ye Chen had forcibly torn off An Meier's right arm, splattering the entire platform with blood.

A wealthy woman below screamed on the spot and fled outside without regard for anything else.

The situation instantly spiraled out of control.

"Tell me, where is Anslage?" Ye Chen ignored the gun barrels around him and continued questioning the miserably wailing An Meier.

Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrived. From the side entrance, a man rushed in with more than a hundred subordinates, each carrying various intimidating weapons, crowding into the hall.

By then, many bidders had already fled the auction house, while some even watched the spectacle outside.

"May I ask when I, Anslage, have ever offended you, sir, for you to come and disrupt my auction house like this?"

The man at the front had changed somewhat compared to two years ago, but Ye Chen recognized him at a glance. This was the man who had bought him, subjected him to all sorts of training, and finally sold him to that perverted fat woman.

Seeing Anslage appear, Ye Chen smiled.

A very happy smile.

Crack!

With the sound of bones breaking, An Meier's head lolled to the side. Ye Chen tossed her before Anslage like a piece of trash.

"Kill him!"

Ye Chen's actions filled Anslage with fury. This was a complete disregard for him. Ye Chen was obviously here to cause trouble.

Gunshots immediately rang out in rapid succession as countless bullets engulfed Ye Chen.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two Rankyaku strikes, each five meters long, tore through the air with unstoppable force. Amid screams, severed limbs flew everywhere.

"Six Powers."

Anslage's eyes twitched. He knew he had encountered a formidable opponent.

Then Ye Chen vanished. Every second, someone fell into a pool of blood.

Fear spread through the entire hall.

A few minutes later, the ground was covered in mangled flesh. Ye Chen gripped Anslage by the throat, his eyes bloodshot and his face twisted with savagery.

"You're a Marine."

With his throat gripped, Anslage's face had turned red, but there was no fear in his eyes.

"I belong to the Flying Pirates. So what if you're a Marine? Before Master Golden Lion, there is only death!"

Clearly, Anslage had not recognized Ye Chen. After all, he had auctioned off countless slaves. Who would remember a slave?