Chapter 124 You Might Have Won The Battle, But You Have Lost The War [Part 2]

Chapter 124 You Might Have Won The Battle, But You Have Lost The War [Part 2]

Seeing the injustice that was happening around them, the Barbarians weren't able to hold it back and shouted at the masked man, who was clearly bullying the seven-year-old bidding for the Dark Wing Bow.

"Have you no shame? You're bullying a kid!" one of the bidders spoke out loud, feeling that enough was enough.

He understood that he might get in trouble for making his opinion known, but he was unable to endure the blatant bullying that the masked man was doing.

"That's right! Are you really a man?" a woman in her late thirties shouted. "Leave the poor boy alone!"

"Hear! Hear!"

"I was just waiting for your exchange to end, but it is starting to get on my nerves. If you want that bow so badly, just buy it outright!"

The other people in the auction also raised their voices of disapproval, but the masked man was unfazed.

Dorra, who didn't know how to proceed due to the commotion, was alternately looking at the two VIP Rooms with anxiety on her beautiful face.

Thirteen no longer had the funds to bid, and just stared at the masked man with the same calm gaze that he had earlier.

He knew that struggling from the start was futile, and yet he still continued to do it.

Why?

Because it reminded him of the destinies of his previous Hosts.

No matter how much they struggled, their ending was already set in stone.

He hated it, which was the reason why he decided to defy the System God and fight against Fate.

Thirteen's gaze lingered on the masked man for a few more seconds before shifting his attention to Dorra, who was standing on top of the stage.

Everyone thought that he would still bid, but he kept his silence, which meant that he would no longer bid for the Dark Wing Bow.

"50,000!" Dorra shouted after seeing that things had finally reached a conclusion. "Going once! Going twice! Congratulations to Customer Number 1. Please collect your Dark Wing Bow after the auction ends!" Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

"On the contrary, the boy gained the recognition of everyone in the Auction House. You got a bow, but he got fame. I say he got the better deal out of that bidding war. I hate to say this, but the brat is waaaaaay better than you were when he was your age."

The masked man snorted but didn't say anything to refute the old man.

"So silly." Netero shook his head helplessly as he headed towards the staircase to return to their VIP room. "You're now a full-fledged man, but deep inside, you are still a child."

The masked man didn't follow Netero right away and continued to look over his city with his arms crossed over his chest.

A few minutes later, he turned around to return to his VIP Room to see if there were any other items that were worthy of his attention.

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"Are you okay, Young Master?" Cristopher asked in a worried tone.

"I'm fine," Thirteen replied. "You don't have to worry about me, Cristopher."

"But, Young Master, I'm certain that the masked man will also get in the way when you bid for the Five Leaf Clover."

"I know."

Thirteen then turned around to look at the chubby boy who had a worried expression on his face.

"Then what are you going to do, Young Master?" Cristopher inquired.

The corner of the seven-year-old's lips curled up into a smirk, making the chubby boy shudder.

This was the first time he had seen this kind of look on his Young Master's face, and it made him feel as if Zion was going to do something very evil.

"Stay here, Cristopher," Thirteen said as he walked down the stairs. "I'm just going to take a little stroll."

Norris and Adira, who saw the younger boy's evil smirk, both frowned.

Although they didn't know what the seven-year-old was going to do, they had the same thought as Cristopher—Zion was up to no good.