But Ye Chen's massage technique really was exceptional. Before long, Shalria was writhing like a little snake. The tingling sensation made her increasingly bashful, her body grew unbearably hot, and soft, lilting moans escaped her lips.
The auction hall was so noisy that no one farther away could hear Shalria.
"Little sister, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?"
Saint Charlos was closest to her. Seeing his sister flushed and breathless, unable to keep still, he asked with concern.
"N-no... I'm fine."
Shalria could hardly explain. She gritted her teeth and shook her head at her brother, then turned a wounded, almost humiliated, pleading look on Ye Chen.
"Heh. See? I'm friendly. All that fighting and killing is boring. Of course, you know that back in the Holy Land, they didn't call me Ghost Hand Ye Chen for nothing." With that, Ye Chen kindly withdrew his hand.
Saint Rosward and his two children were furious, but remembering Little Zhuge's warning, they truly didn't dare do anything.
"Saint Rosward, you should count yourself lucky. Back in the Holy Land, I killed every Celestial Dragon who crossed me. You've only lost one eye. Learn to be satisfied. Heh, I rarely make a move these days, but if you push me too far, no Admiral will get here in time to save you. The moment I act, your life ends."
"You..."
Saint Rosward's beard trembled with rage at Ye Chen's threat. He looked ready to explode.
Ye Chen stood and pointed at the Den Den Mushi in Rosward's pocket. "Go ahead and call Dragon Mansion again. Tell them I threatened you and see if they care. Hahaha... Celestial Dragons!"
Ye Chen laughed contemptuously and returned to Lucci and the others.
The way Ye Chen said "Celestial Dragons" was full of scorn and mockery. To