Inside a tavern three alleys away from the auction house…
“Ha ha ha!! I'm so satisfied to have stomped on those people from the auction house.”
“It's true! I still have itchy hands and feet... If Master doesn't stop us, I'll crush that foul-mouthed jerk. Haha!”
“You guys, don't be so cocky. They lost to you because there were fewer people. Plus, their level is lower than yours, so you could beat them! But if you faced someone better than this, you wouldn't have a chance to brag like this!”
“Yes, sir!!!”
It was the voice of a long-haired, psychotic-looking young man sitting at the head of the table, scolding his men, lifting a jar of wine, and comfortably drinking it since he had snatched something from others. He thought that what he took was definitely important, as he saw that the people they attacked were looking for them with great determination. And this young man was Mu-Teng, the playboy, the young genius of the Mu Clan.