Are You Questioning Me?

"Boss, how about I take over as the auctioneer?" one of the lackeys volunteered eagerly.

"Oh? Alright, let's see what you can come up with," the boss responded with a grin.

The lackey happily walked up to the side of the car, cleared his throat, and called out, "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed neighbors, and all my sisters out there, tonight we're presenting a truly unique auction item: this beautiful lady right here."

"Uh, what's her name?" someone from the crowd asked.

"Maggie," came a voice from the crowd.

"Right, right, our auction item is Miss Maggie. How old are you, dear?" he asked with a smirk.

Elliot, standing in the crowd, chimed in, "Twenty-five. She's the Vice President at an advertising company."

A collective murmur of admiration spread through the crowd. Women like her used to be goddesses, something men could only admire from a distance. Now, though, they could see her delicate, flawless figure up close.

Maggie glared at Elliot from the crowd, teeth clenched. He wasn't the same Elliot anymore.

"This lovely Miss Maggie is twenty-five years old, the Vice President of an advertising company, and also the daughter-in-law of a CEO from one of the top 500 companies in the nation. Think about it—getting your hands on the daughter-in-law of a top 500 CEO... Isn't that a sweet deal? A real gem, and the price is more than fair."

"Of course, that's just her background. The real prize is Maggie herself. Look at those perfect features—no signs of plastic surgery. All natural."

"Check out that skin, as soft as silk. The sensation is absolutely top-tier. And, of course, the best part is what's inside. The three bosses can take their time to enjoy her at home—we won't be peeking."

"The bidding starts at the price of a bottle of mineral water, with no upper limit!"

"I'll bid a bottle," one of the lackeys shouted excitedly, making his friends gasp in shock. You're crazy! Bidding for a woman against the boss? Aren't you afraid of losing your life over this?

Mallory's voice rang out coldly: "I'll take a whole case."

"Mallory's getting stingy, huh? Five cases!" Bobby immediately raised his hand, clearly determined to win.

Franklin, however, spoke calmly, "Bobby, those five cases... are they for you personally, or are they for all of you?"

Bobby's lackeys froze. Right, the boss is bidding with his own water, but what happens if they don't get any for themselves?

Bobby cursed inwardly—trying to stir things up!

"Of course, it's personal," Bobby replied with a deep voice, knowing full well he couldn't let anyone take his supply. That would be like gambling with their lives.

His subordinates let out a collective sigh of relief.

"Alright, we'll use our own supplies to bid," Mallory said coolly, then added, "Six cases."

Franklin's face darkened a bit, but he called out, "Seven cases!"

Seven cases of water was a small fortune, especially considering how scarce supplies were these days.

"Seven and a half," Mallory gritted her teeth, thinking, If it comes down to it, I'll just cut back on my own supply and get some from the guys later. I'll have Rainwind find more resources.

"Eight cases!" Bobby sneered dismissively.

The crowd erupted into chatter. Eight cases of water could save how many lives? And yet, they were being used to bid on a beautiful woman. No matter the circumstances, a gorgeous woman always had value, and that was a bitter pill for many of the women in the crowd to swallow.

But then, a sudden burst of laughter rang out.

"Ten cases."

The three bosses turned to look behind them, confused. None of them had made that bid.

It was… him!

That was the delivery guy! He hadn't died!

Wait, was it the gunman who had been killed?

That's right, it was Cassius. He had just been at home, grinding out some experience. Feeling a little bored, he decided to wander over and see how much loot they'd gathered, and maybe scout for some decent "merchandise."

As soon as he heard the auction, he walked over to check it out—and to his surprise, there was a woman tied to the top of the car.

Cassius was taken aback. He had never seen this woman before in the community, but she was something else—truly stunning. She was on par with Angela and the others, and in terms of presence, she might even outshine them a little.

It seemed like his luck had just turned for the better today—his rations were falling from the sky, and his speed boost was about to kick in.

Maggie couldn't help but glance up at Cassius. Isn't that the delivery guy? Wait, no, it's him—the cold-blooded one who kills without blinking.

Cassius's sudden appearance made the entire underground garage fall silent. Wasn't he afraid of being swarmed? He dared to show up alone?

Franklin was the first to break the silence. "Isn't that the boss from Building 3? Decided to take a stroll down here?"

"Got bored," Cassius replied casually, scanning the three bosses. "Saw you guys auctioning something, couldn't resist throwing my hat in. No problem, right?" His smile was laid-back, but the three bosses knew that smile too well—it was the same one he wore when he was about to kill without batting an eye. Today, he didn't seem to have his signature greatsword, but did he bring a gun instead?

Bobby wasn't intimidated by Cassius. He shot back, "So you show up just to share in the spoils we've earned? Doesn't seem right."

Bang!

The sound of a gunshot echoed through the garage. A tiny puff of smoke rose from the barrel, and before Bobby could react, a bloody hole appeared in his forehead. Blood streamed down his face, and he reached up in disbelief to wipe it away. In a moment of utter shock, he collapsed straight to the ground.

"Does it seem right now?" Cassius asked, his smile still in place as he turned his gaze toward Franklin and Mallory.

The calm that had once settled over the two of them disappeared in an instant. They eyed Cassius warily, especially his gun.

Their minds raced—Should we rush him and kill him now? But if we get too close, we'll be dead before we can even blink.

It was a matter of life and death—this guy actually had a gun. Were they really going to gamble that it was unloaded?

Cassius's ruthless action had left everyone around him paralyzed. Last time, with his greatsword, he had taken down Cole and his group. Now, just stepping into the scene, he had blown Bobby's head off.

This delivery guy was a damn nightmare.

It wasn't just the lackeys who were scared. Maggie's perfect face had lost some of its color, and she even felt a warm sensation on her cheek. Is that… blood?

"Of course, it's perfectly fine. Mallory, what do you think?" Franklin quickly recovered and forced a smile.

Mallory immediately chimed in, "Yeah, absolutely, it's more than fine."

"I'm a reasonable guy," Cassius continued, his voice smooth. "The auction's happening fairly, and if I can't win, that's on me."

Everyone in the room couldn't help but recall the maniacal laughter Cassius had let out the other day.

It's the apocalypse—who's still talking about being reasonable?

So now, he was suddenly playing by the rules again? Was he or wasn't he reasonable?

But, wait a minute—he just casually popped someone's head off without a second thought. This guy talks about reason?

"Hey, auctioneer, what are you standing there for?" Cassius reminded, his tone casual but sharp. "Hurry up, I've got experience to grind."

The auctioneer snapped back to attention, hurriedly announcing, "Uh, the boss from Building 3 has bid ten cases of water. Is there anyone who'll bid higher?"

"Eleven cases," Franklin grunted, his heart aching as he saw his last reserves being drained.

But then, Cassius's deep voice cut through the air, "You really dare to raise the price against me?"

Mallory couldn't suppress her internal smirk, hoping that Cassius would blow Franklin's head off next.

Franklin, too, was startled. His face twisted with panic, his voice stammering, "Y-You said this was a normal auction!"