LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Once these words were uttered, the large auction scene was silent enough to hear a pin drop!

No one expected that after Jun Chester had teased Eloise Hawson, he would once again create such a provocative situation. Just now, he had agreed to transact with Eloise Hawson. Now he was saying… the highest bidder wins? Wasn’t he just a cunning merchant? Moreover, he even dared to tease Mycintia’s Eloise Hawson… Did he still want to live?

At this moment, no one dared to say another word. Because Eloise Hawson’s face had turned extremely gloomy. At this moment, a group of black-clothed practitioners suddenly appeared from all around the auction! Including Carl Chambers and all the master-level practitioners of Mycintia who had been hiding, all of them showed up. Without exception, all of these people had their eyes on Jun Chester.

Faced with such a lineup, even Han Mills, who had just bid, couldn’t help but lose some of his confidence. Han Mills had never expected… so many super practitioners would appear on the site of the Chronicle Spring Auction in such a short time!

Even Sandra Simpson was dumbfounded. She never imagined that Jun Chester would have such audacity to openly provoke so many martial arts big shots! Fortunately, Sandra Simpson was not too far from Jun Chester at this time. In her panic, she ran a few steps and had already run up to the display stand.

Sandra Simpson was extremely nervous, really afraid that she would be killed on the spot by the practitioners at the scene because of Jun Chester’s provocative actions! She went to Jun Chester’s side and said in a trembling voice, “Big brother, I beg you, stop playing heart attack games. Let’s quit while we’re ahead. I’ve never even had a boyfriend in my life. If you don’t consider anything else, at least consider me. I don’t want to die here, really don’t!”

Jun Chester glanced at Sandra Simpson and said, “Calm down, I have a plan.”

Sandra Simpson was so anxious that she was incoherent, “I don’t care if you have a plan or not. What I care about now is whether you consider me in your plan. If the transaction fails, at least we should keep our friendship. Even if you don’t like me, at least we are classmates. You can’t do this! You can escape, but can I?”

Jun Chester was momentarily at a loss for words, and then paid no more heed to Sandra Simpson. Instead, his gaze swept over the crowd below the stage. Finally, his eyes landed on Eloise Hawson. Knowing full well the answer, he asked, “Miss, what is the meaning of this? Are you trying to seize it by force?”

At this point, Eloise Hawson didn’t bother to argue with Jun Chester. She coldly retorted, “You were the one who started being unreasonable. Don’t blame me now. Hand over the Nanites, or I’ll leave you a corpse!”

Jun Chester responded with a mild smile, “As I’ve said, the Nanites go to the highest bidder. I am the seller. The choice of buyer, as well as the right to negotiate the price, rest with me.”

Eloise Hawson laughed coldly, “If I believe you again, I’d be a fool. From this moment on, I’ll give you one minute to consider. Hand over the Nanites, or I will flay you alive!”

Jun Chester chuckled, seemingly indifferent to the numerous practitioners present at the gathering.

Eloise Hawson stopped looking at Jun Chester. In her eyes, Jun Chester was already a dead man. She then glanced at Han Mills, who was seated in the front row, and coldly asked, “Han Mills, you just bid three hundred Moras for the Nanites against Mycintia, didn’t you?”

Han Mills opened his mouth but didn’t dare to respond.

Eloise Hawson continued, “I know you have some ties with those old timers, but if you’re getting greedy today, then you are my enemy! After I deal with this bastard on stage, you’ll be next!”

Han Mills still didn’t dare to make a sound. He could disregard everyone else, but Eloise Hawson… he was genuinely wary of her.

Just as Han Mills was contemplating whether to appease Eloise Hawson, an old man with white hair suddenly appeared at the passageway between the stage and the backstage. He had the demeanor of a recluse master, and he was now approaching Jun Chester. With his appearance, all the practitioners in the audience were staring wide-eyed.

Horus Mills? How did he end up in South Lordran?

Eloise Hawson, who was below the stage, also tensed up at the sight of Horus Mills, an ominous premonition creeping into her heart. Although they were both part of Mycintia, they weren’t exactly allies. In fact, Mycintia was a large organization with varying levels of closeness amongst its members. Horus Mills, for instance, was akin to a visiting professor. In layman’s terms, they were bouncers in a nightclub.

Horus Mills’ martial prowess was so formidable that even Mycintia asked him to hold the fort. Yet, Eloise Hawson had received no news of his arrival in South Lordran. His unexpected appearance truly took her by surprise.

As Eloise Hawson speculated about Horus Mills’ purpose, Han Mills in the front row also looked at Horus and stood up in surprise, immediately bowing in respect, “Horus!”

Horus Mills glanced at Han Mills and smiled, “Han, you did well just now.” He then walked up to Jun Chester, paying him no mind. He looked at Eloise Hawson below the stage and said loudly, “Since the Nanites are now in someone else’s hands, you should have Carl Chambers and the others stand down… After all, if there’s only one Nanite left, Mycintia shouldn’t make a big deal out of it. Given that the gentleman on stage is willing to sell, it indicates this matter can be resolved with money. Why resort to force?”

Eloise Hawson finally understood. Horus Mills had shown himself because of the Nanites. Biting her lip, she had to swallow her pride for the greater good and her ultimate goal of acquiring the Nanites.

However, even though she agreed with Horus Mills, she didn’t let Carl Chambers and the others stand down. Instead, she told Horus Mills, “Master Mills, this bastard on stage who has the Nanites is clearly here to stir up trouble. I don’t think this matter can be resolved peacefully.”

Horus Mills just smiled and ignored Eloise Hawson’s comment. He turned to Jun Chester and asked, “Sir, where do you come from? And what is your name?”

Jun Chester blinked twice and said with a grin, “My name is Dion Chester!”

On hearing this, Sandra Simpson, standing nearby, couldn’t help but twitch her face. She didn’t understand why Jun Chester would do such a thing. It was one thing to hide his identity, but to use the name of his own son?

What kind of trick was this?

Horus Mills smiled as he looked at Jun Chester and said, “So, you’re Mr. Chester. May I ask, how much money would you like for the Nanite in your possession?”

Jun Chester replied, “As I said, it goes to the highest bidder.”

Horus Mills nodded with a smile and said, “That puts me at ease. Then, I would like to offer a thousand Moras for the Nanite in your possession. Would that be acceptable?”

Upon hearing this, the entire room was in an uproar!

A thousand Moras?

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