"I apologize, Young Master, but I seem to be unfamiliar with that place." The man's widened pupils betrayed his shock, his hands beneath the table moving to press a button that would open the walls, allowing those behind them to attack.
"They will die," Ryuk leaned back on chair with folded hands, already aware of the methods such people use when their secrets are revealed, calmly stated.
"What?" The man seemed unable to comprehend the context of such a statement, unable to imagine that the man sitting before him, who appeared nearly mortal, had already seen through his tricks.
"I said, I will kill them before you can open the walls, and then I will slowly tear your limbs, starting with your arms, until you cry out the names of all the slaves you exported to Heindal continent," Ryuk's amber eyes were sharply fixed on the man, who appeared not to understand the gravity of his words.
Bam!
"Who are you, BASTARD!" The boss's anger surged with slamming the desk upon hearing the clear threat from a masked-man who wasn't even showing any killing intent, making him seem like a mere human without any ability to threaten someone in the Qi refinement realm like manager, prompting him to click the button.
Unbeknownst to the manager, the amber-eyed man seated in front of him had killed so many people that his killing intent was honed to the point where it could not be sensed unless one was as strong as him.
SWISH SWISH
Two people, one holding an axe and the other a heavy hammer, emerged from the walls, their bulky bodies launching themselves at the man, ignoring the blind woman who seemed unaware and too slow to respond.
"I already told you what would happen if you pressed that button, didn't I?" Ryuk tilted his head, looking toward the manager, who appeared to pause, his eyes unable to comprehend the sharp pain in his left arm. Just before the last moment, his sight captured a flying projectile in the room.
"ARRRGHHHH! ... my arm!" he cried out, his lungs straining, his eyes instantly turning red as saliva dripped from his mouth. His face was splattered with crimson from the flying arm, which soon fell to the ground with a thud.
In an instant, the fat man was writhing in his own blood, crying on the floor, unaware that his body was now surrounded by a soundproof dome.
"Here, it seems there is bird shit on your face," Ryuk offered a handkerchief to Zhen'er, whose face had a small blood mark from the disintegration of the two bulky men who had jumped at them but now vanished into a blood mist.
Considering all the pieces—the monasteries' hand in genocide, the Silvester family providing minimal aid to the northern part of Selvius Kingdom, and the mark of a swan pierced by a sword he had seen in his previous life—Ryuk understood there was a deeper connection.
This mark had been present in some of the noble houses he had burned down with their owners together in his previous life while rewriting the Selvius Empire.
Although these were speculations, the man's reaction confirmed that people from outside continents had been active inside Heindal even ten years ago.
Since the artifact on the handle only reacted vigorously to the strongest individuals without killing them, it was clear that weaker individuals could easily trade slaves.
Ryuk couldn't think of any other family capable of operating under the nose of the Selvius Kingdom except the Silvester family, which was also the maternal family of Olivia(his stepsister.)
"Let me ask again, which Elder is behind this auction house?" Ryuk changed his question, realizing that if a family like the Silvester family needed to act covertly within the Selvius Kingdom, there was definitely someone inside the Celestial Phoenix Order doing the same.
Considering the place resembled cultivation novels, he assumed that person must be an elder holding a high position.
'!?!'
'HE IS A MONSTER!' The manager's mind trembled as the pain seemed to fade away the moment he realized how this black-robed figure knew about the elder behind the auction house. He gritted his teeth and tilted his head towards the locket on his neck.
"Huh? Do you really think that can save you from me?" Even before the manager could bite the poisonous locket, it turned to dust, destroyed by the immense energy emanating from the black-robed figure who still appeared very normal.
"N-no, please just ki-ll me!" The manager finally broke into tears, recalling the pain inflicted by the elder's acupunctures, which was nothing compared to his arm being cut off. He lowered his head, begging the man to end his life rather than ask him any more questions.
[Host, I would suggest you leave this guy to me for a few minutes. Even his forefathers will descend from heaven to reveal the name of pig whom they fucked to give birth to such an ugly swine like him <( ̄) ̄)>.]
'.....'