Chen Luo turned around, showing that he had nothing on him.
One guard even searched the private room thoroughly, found nothing, and politely took his leave.
The little old man's expression grew uglier and uglier, until his face turned livid.
It couldn't have been eaten, either. Eating a Vermilion Fruit would fill the room with fragrance. There would definitely have been a scent.
The little old man gritted his teeth. "Keep searching."
Zamos, a God Rank himself, joined the search, but there was no way he would find anything.
Zamos, who had initially been so certain, was stunned.
Holy shit. Badass.
I work my ass off guarding everything from transport to auction and only earn a hundred thousand per event. This thief casually makes a move and walks away with at least fifty million.
Zamos was green with envy.
Comparing gods could drive a god to his grave.
The other God Ranks attending had mixed feelings, too. How exactly had it been done?
Had someone used shadows of darkness or spatial displacement to pull this off in plain sight?
But glazed crystal blocked Esper Abilities.
Even if someone had stolen it, how had they hidden it?
An hour later, the organizers finally gave up.
If they could find the culprit, even if they couldn't capture them themselves, they could call in the planet's guards.
Happy Planet was the universe's most famous place to burn through money, and they had paid their taxes.
As things stood, they lacked both the influence and, certainly, the strength to forcibly detain all the guests.
One God Rank said, "What rotten luck. I'm leaving."
Another God Rank roared, "I won't accept this! I won't! I worked hard and scrimped and saved for fifty thousand years, never daring to waste a single violet crystal. I even