THE BLACK MARKET (2)

This is the third day for Alan inside the black market. His gains were phenomenal the last two days, with 12 million left in his bank account. Today was his last day here.

With Holder following him right now, he was in one of the stores in section D7, scanning every piece of merchandise to find more catches.

Just as he saw something that might interest him, a loud voice interrupted him; as he looked over, he saw one of the attendants of the shop flying towards him.

He swiftly evaded him. The attendant crashed into the glass display cabinet.

Arnold: "Didn't I tell you that you sold me a defective artifact? Get your ass up and refund me. You will pay for wasting my time too"

Over 2 m tall, a huge man attacked the attendant as he screamed at the rest of them, demanding compensation.

According to the rules of the black market, anything you buy you take responsibility for; no refunds or returns are allowed.

The man's aura was suffocating. He should be very powerful, as this was not Alan's problem; he simply stepped to the side to avoid being dragged into this charade.

Attendant: "Sir, you are breaking the rules of the black market. Whatever you buy, you will be held responsible for it; no refunds or returns are allowed. Any form of fighting or battle is extremely forbidden inside the black market. You have already caused so much damage to our store; I think you should call it a day and leave."

Arnold: "A mere attendant is lecturing me about the rules. I'm not going anywhere until I get my compensation and get you to pay for wasting my time. Let's see how many bones I have to crush before you pay."

The situation was getting out of control, and everyone who was inside the store immediately got out.

They all stood at the entrance, watching this crazy man's behavior.

Just as the fight was about to start, a voice from outside the store interrupted everything.

Florence: "Who the hell is shouting inside this store?"

The man followed by two bodyguards entered the store. The moment he saw the situation inside, a smile blasted itself on his face.

Florence: "Who the f*** is the genius that decided to fight inside this market?"

Arnold, who listened to Florence's s*** talk, was enraged.

Arnold: "I am the f****** genius who wants to fight. What the f*** can you do about it?"

The attendants inside the shop who saw Florence coming in were horrified; some of them even started shaking.

Florence: "I guess I cannot do much about it; let's see how about I kill you."

The moment he finished his sentence He appeared beside Arnold with his hand on his head; just like crushing a melon, he crushed Arnold's head, and blood and brain matter splashed everywhere.

Everyone who saw this frozen in their places, the place was as silent as a grave; none dared to speak or utter a single word.

Florence: "Why the hell didn't the attendants call the guards? Such fools are everywhere; they are a waste of the oxygen they breathe."

Suddenly there was a crushing pressure, an aura that dominated everything inside the store.

Everyone who was inside slammed into the ground; Alan, who was also affected by the pressure, almost caved in. But suddenly there was a warm feeling, a pulse that helped Alan stay on his feet.

Everyone inside the store groveled at the ground, unable to withstand this enormous pressure; only Alan stood there like a sore thumb.

Florence, who saw Alan standing, had a maniacal smile on his face.

Florence: "Interesting; we have a brave kid here."

Walking towards Alan with every single step, the pressure doubled; Alan even felt that the pressure coming from this man is on a different level even compared with that mysterious woman in the forest.

Standing face to face, both of them were staring at each other.

Florence: "How about I kill you too, kid?"

Alan: "You probably can, but I'll make sure that you will pay a heavy price for it."

Deadly silence dominated the store atmosphere. The attendees couldn't believe their ears when they heard Alan talking back to Florence; some of them had even passed out.

After a moment of silence.

Florence: "Hahahahahahahaha, either you have quite the balls, or you are stupid. Kid If you want to live, then follow me"

Saying his piece, Florence immediately walked out of the store, with his two bodyguards following after.

Alan couldn't help but curse his luck, because he was just a bystander. But now that he had caught the eye of this maniac of a man, he knew he didn't have any option other than following them.

Taking a deep breath.

Alan: "Holder, thank you for your service. I will send you the money soon."

Holder, who is still shaking, didn't even register what Alan said.

Following the three men, Alan walked after them.

Florence, who looks back from the edge of his eyes, smiled and said

Florence: "Smart kid."

....

10 minutes later, inside the shop.

An attendant: "That kid will be tortured to death. He dared to stand up to his highness."

Another attendant: "Let's just consider ourselves lucky today that we didn't die and count our blessings."

Holder: "I will probably never see The Young Master again. He was such a good kid."

...…

Inside a huge elevator, Alan with Florence and his bodyguards were going down; everything was quiet and peaceful inside the elevator. Alan had his poker face, as if he was not kidnapped at all but was going with a friend.

After the elevator reached its destination, they walked inside the majestic hallways, going right, then left, then right again as if they were inside a maze.

Florence and his two bodyguards entered one of the rooms; following him was Alan, who found himself in a royal dining room, decorated with precious metals. Every piece inside the room looked like art.

Florence: "Sit there, kid. And let's talk.

Sitting at the opposite side of the table facing Florence, Alan was as calm as a spring lake, steady as a mountain.

Florence: "So tell me, kid, how do you want to die?"

Alan: "Didn't you say that I would live if I followed you?"

Florence: "Hadn't your parents told you not to trust strangers? How can you trust my words when you met me a few minutes ago?"

Alan: "I can tell, just by looking at you, I know that your words are your bond. Probably the most valuable thing you have is your words.

Both of them stared at each other in silence for a few minutes.

Florence: "Hahahahahahahahaha, kid, you are a good judge of character, but you see, when I look at you, I can't help but want to hurt you, to cut you, to inflict pain upon you. It is weird, as this is the first time I have ever felt something like this."

A few servants brought supper, then Florence raised his hand to receive a tablet from his bodyguard.

Florence: "Let's see, Alan Ortex, 16 years old, from Howler Town, awake 3 months ago, and passed the expert appraiser exam, working as an expert appraiser for the Blue River Chamber of Commerce, hoho, with a nice family of two, his mother and little sister. How would you feel if I killed them both?"

The moment these words came from Florence's mouth, a suffocating pressure of pure killing intent enveloped the whole room.

Alan: "Then I will make you wish for death; I will show you that in this world there is a much more terrible fate than death itself."

Looking at Alan's face, his eyes reflected a deep abyss; pure carnage can be felt radiating from them.

Florence: "Hahahahaha, did you hear that, Mormon? This kid, he's not lying. He means every word he said. Who would have thought that such a pleasant encounter was waiting for me today?"

Florence, with his hand covering his twisted expressions on his face, looked at Alan as if he had found a treasure, a new toy to play with.

Florence: "The desire to kill you inside me is growing by the minute, little kid, but I already gave you my word, so how about this: let's make a bet. If you win, you will live, and if you lose, you will die miserably."

Alan: "I can't refuse anyway; why are you trying so hard to make it like I have a say in this matter?"

Florence: "Because I gave you my word."

Alan raised his hand, stopping Florence from talking anymore.

Alan: "I'll be taking the bet. I'm putting my life on the line, so you have to offer something much better, as you have already guaranteed my survival with your words."

Florence: "Interesting. You want a prize, huh? Why not? I will give you 10 cores of a peak 9th stage beast."

Alan: "Don't need them; someone in your position with this much power probably has a lot of access to all kinds of resources. There is a resource named Tear of the Void that I have been looking for. If you can provide it, then the bet is on."

Florence: "Kid, you are pushing your luck. You don't understand that you are alive because of my promise to you, and you want to make me run your errands for you."

Saying this, he applied a suffocating pressure concentrated at Alan, who looked back with vacant eyes, as if this pressure did not mean anything for him.

Alan: "You have my condition. If you can't meet it, then I suggest you kill me right now, right here, because if I stay alive, I will definitely rip your heart from its cage and have a feast with it in the future."

Florence disappeared from where he was sitting and appeared right behind Alan with his two hands on Alan's neck.

Florence: "You really want to die, don't you?"