Vincent? The head of the Hindon family? He was in Steinberg!Instantly, Eugene's face turned pale.But Zakary, blinded by rage, kept cursing. "I don't care who this Vincent is! Tell him to get over here and apologize! Otherwise, if Mr. Targery Senior gets mad, he'll be as good as dead!"That sentence shook Eugene to his core. "Shut up!" he roared, raising his hand and slapping Zakary across the face. The slap left Zakary reeling, and knocked him to the ground. "Mr. Targery Senior, why'd you hit me?" he asked while holding his face. He was utterly confused.Eugene glared at him with fury and said, "You idiot! Are you trying to get me killed? Do you have any idea who Vincent is?""I… I don't know... But he can't be as powerful as you, right?" Zakary replied, full of resentment.He thought Eugene had lost his mind. After all, it was just some man named Vincent! Was it worth hitting Zakary in front of everyone?"You're truly clueless!" Eugene snapped, raising his cane and pointing
Vincent looked sickly. An elderly man in a blue robe was currently checking up on him."What's the diagnosis, Dr. Evans?" Vincent asked.He'd fallen ill after returning from a private art exhibition, feeling weak, with aching limbs, dizziness, and occasionally even coughing up blood.Michael Evans was Vincent's personal doctor, known for his medical expertise.He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mr. Hindon, it's nothing serious. It's just a common cold exacerbated by some underlying conditions. "I'll give you a few acupuncture treatments and prescribe some medicine. Rest for a few days, and you should be fine."Vincent nodded, "Thank you, Dr. Evans.""There's no need to thank me, Mr. Hindon. It's my duty," Michael replied with a smile before leaving to prepare for his treatment.Vincent coughed a few more times and asked the man in the black suit who had entered, "Is he here?""Yes, he's waiting in the parlor," the man replied."Bring him in," Vincent said as he c
As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere in the sitting room became tense. Vincent's expression darkened significantly, and his already unhealthy complexion turned even more grim."What did you say?" Vincent asked coldly, every word laced with anger.The man in the black suit also frowned, his expression showing displeasure at Sebastian's words. Who dared to curse Vincent, predicting he wouldn't live past the night? That was a death wish!Michael, however, just smirked, thinking that Sebastian must be insane to say such things to Vincent.But Sebastian remained unruffled. "Mr. Hindon, it's your choice to believe it or not. But from what I see, you won't last through the night. Even if I make the Life Prolonging Pill, you won't be around to receive it.""How dare you!" Vincent roared, slamming his hand on the armrest. In his sudden burst of anger, he coughed violently, spitting out blood.Michael was alarmed. He rushed toward him and said, "Mr. Hindon, you mustn't get agitated, or
The man in the black suit glared at Michael. "If anything happens to Mr. Hindon, you won't survive, either! Someone, lock him up!"Two guards immediately rushed in, grabbing Michael and restraining him."It's not my fault!" Michael protested in fear. He never expected Vincent to react like this.Vincent managed to force out a few words, his voice faint and strained. "Get… Sebastian…"After saying that, he fell unconscious.The man in the black suit quickly got up, instructing his men to carry Vincent to the bedroom. Then, he ran out to find Sebastian.…Sebastian had taken a taxi back to the grocery store.Outside the store, Eugene was still there, seemingly waiting for Sebastian. Hans and James stood nearby as well.Seeing Sebastian step out of the car, Hans and James quickly approached him and asked, "Mr. Ballard, what did Mr. Hindon want with you?""Mr. Ballard, are you okay? Did Mr. Hindon do anything to you?"Sebastian smiled and replied, "I'm fine."Eugene also walked
"Please, Mr. Ballard, save Mr. Hindon," the man in the black suit said, his head touching the floor. Sebastian watched him for a moment, then sighed and said, "Alright, I'll go, just because of your loyalty."He walked out of the grocery store, brushing past Eugene, who stood there like a deer in headlights.Eugene quickly adjusted his attitude, forcing a couple of awkward laughs. "Mr. Ballard, it was all a misunderstanding earlier. I hope you won't hold it against me."Sebastian glanced at Eugene without a word and got into the car. The man in the black suit jumped in and sped off.As the car drove away, Eugene felt his legs trembling, a thin film of sweat forming on his forehead.If Mr. Hindon's aide had to beg on his knees, then Sebastian was no ordinary person. Hans and James came out, and Eugene asked, "Hans, what does Mr. Ballard like? I need to prepare a generous gift as an apology."Hans pretended to be surprised. "Mr. Targery Senior, what are you planning?"But the s
Then, in front of the man in the black suit, Sebastian used the small knife to cut open each of Vincent's ten fingers, allowing dark blood to flow from them.The man in the black suit was both astonished and anxious by the sight. "Mr. Ballard, what are you doing?""Bloodletting," Sebastian replied calmly."Bloodletting?" The man was confused, wondering what was going on.Sebastian explained, "Mr. Hindon's system is filled with toxins. We need to reduce the toxicity by draining some of his blood.""Is this safe?" the man asked, still doubtful.Sebastian chuckled and said, "You'll see soon enough."After collecting a small basin of dark blood, Vincent's complexion began to improve. He wasn't as dark, and his breathing seemed to stabilize a bit."Mr. Ballard, it's working! Should we keep going?" The man was getting excited.Sebastian shot him a look and said, "Keep going, and your superior will die from blood loss.""So, what do we do next?""Lay him flat and get a set of cuppi
Vincent wanted to kneel, but Sebastian hurriedly stopped him and smiled. "Mr. Hindon, it's no big deal."Vincent smiled gratifyingly.Sebastian reminded him by saying, "Mr. Hindon, you should be more careful. Whoever managed to place vermin poison in your body without c detection is not to be taken lightly."Vincent's eyes narrowed. "Mr. Ballard, can you tell where this vermin might have come from?""It's hard to say," Sebastian replied, "but if someone managed to poison you with vermin, it's likely someone who's been close to you, someone who has easy access to you."Vincent's body tensed, and his gaze snapped toward the man in the black suit standing beside him.The man in the black suit was terrified. He dropped to his knees and began to plead, "Mr. Hindon, it's not me!"Sebastian quickly said, "Mr. Hindon, it's not him for sure. He is very concerned about you and tried his best to save you."Vincent nodded and said, "Alright, get up." Then, he added, "Thanks for the reminde
Sebastian frowned. "Why are you in such a rush? What are you going to do?"Rosalie said, "I made a deal with a local pharmaceutical company in Riverville, so I'm going over to sign a contract and check the goods."Sebastian nodded and did not say anything else.After that, he stood up and left the Longevity Pill that he had refined in the store. He also left a note.He had no idea where Robert had been for the past two days, as there had been no sign of him at all. After that, Sebastian closed the store and got into the car with Rosalie. They began to drive toward Riverville, which was about three hours' drive away. …Riverville was a city near the mountains. It was known in Sunway as the city of medicinal herbs.In Riverville, there were plains of medicinal herbs and apothecaries everywhere, as well as pharmaceutical companies.Half of Riverville's economy was based on medicinal herbs, and every family there planted medicinal herbs and other ingredients.Riverville was sur
From how pale Sebastian was, Bryson deduced that he must be very sick or extremely weak. He even felt that fighting against Sebastian would be an insult.Although he wasn't the top fighter in the Lynch family, he was still one of the best ones. There was no honor in winning against a sick person."I'm going to give you the same words," Sebastian said, smiling widely."Mr. Lynch, he's actually very powerful. I don't think that Bryson will be a match for him. Why don't you let them attack together?"Jayden had seen Sebastian fight before. Although he could see that Sebastian looked unwell, he was still an expert. It would be better to be more wary. Colton rolled his eyes at Jayden. He knew Bryson's skill level. How could an expert who was at the eighth level of the Energy Refining Technique lose against a sick man?Sebastian looked so frail that he was sure to be knocked out as soon as they started fighting. Plus, the number of people in the whole of Acorn City who could last more
Colton nodded slightly and patted Cliff on the shoulder. He turned and said to Sebastian, "You heard him. He's one of our men. Therefore, you can't take that with you, but you won't make too much of a loss. Here's a check for 500 thousand dollars. Hand that emerald buckle over!"Colton was clearly not going to give Sebastian a choice in the matter. He was used to doing whatever he pleased by relying on his family's influence. Besides, they were also on very good terms with the local Martial Arts Court. He couldn't use his family's connections for the grudge between Jayden and Sebastian, but he would have ample reason to use the Lynches' influence for a priceless emerald buckle.There always had to be a legitimate reason. Clearly, Colton was smarter than Jayden. "I'm not interested in your check, and I'm not going to give it to you either!" Sebastian answered coldly without even glancing at the check.Colton looked thoughtfully at Sebastian and clasped his hands behind his back.
Sebastian had just walked out of the antiques street and had held out his hand to flag down a cab when a middle-aged man in black training clothes walked over to him. The man held out a hand to block Sebastian and Unus' path."Stop!" Sebastian glanced at the middle-aged man and asked, "And what can I do for you?""Mr. Lynch wants to see you. Come with me!" the middle-aged man said icily."Mr. Lynch? Who the hell is that?" Sebastian asked sardonically, sneering. "It's Colton Lynch, and you better remember it!"Sebastian heard a clear, crisp voice. Two young men walked over to him, one walking slightly in front of the other.There was a young man in a branded suit next to the first one. Sebastian couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw the young man next to Colton. It was Jayden, his old friend from Sartvale.Sebastian had never expected to meet Jayden Acorn City. Now that he thought about it, Jayden still owed him a life. If Sebastian hadn't shown mercy to him, the flowers
The old man nodded slightly and said, "That's right. My name is Solomon Jackman. If you think things through, you can come to Townsend Clinic. We can discuss the price!"Solomon bowed to Sebastian before squeezing out of the crowd. Cliff's eyes reddened as he watched Solomon leave. Solomon was a prominent figure in Acorn City. Not only did he have exceptional medical skills, he was also skilled in martial arts. However, neither of those were Solomon's true specialty. What he was most skilled at was antique appraisal! Any antique that Solomon appraised was sure to be a treasure among treasures.Noticing Sebastian and Unus turning to walk away, Cliff immediately became agitated. "Stop!" he shouted.Sebastian turned to glance at him and said, "A deal's a deal. No returns or refunds. You said that yourself. It's the rule of the antique industry!"Cliff ignored all of that. He came out from behind his stall and grabbed Sebastian's sleeve. "I'm not going to sell that emerald pendan
"I don't think that you've seen the original form of this emerald pendant, either," Sebastian said, smiling coldly at Cliff. Cliff looked disdainfully at him. He felt that Sebastian was just unhappy about being tricked and was trying to provoke him. "Stop putting on that mysterious act. Why wouldn't I know about something that belongs to me?" Cliff demanded with a scoff. "You might really not know," Sebastian replied. He closed his palm slightly and exerted a slight force. The layer of stone on top of the emerald pendant peeled off. While everyone looked on, dumbstruck, Sebastian opened his palm once more. The crowd gasped.There were two clouds of energy on the emerald pendant, chasing each other like a pair of fish. One was black, while the other was red. The emerald pendant had been square-shaped originally, but it had now become a round emerald buckle. In the middle of it, a pale yellow energy was rising slowly. Everyone cried out in shock. It was clearly a rare trea
Some people just didn't know what was good for them. Even if Cliff had wanted to laugh, he should have waited for Sebastian to leave before doing so. How could he call a buyer a fool while they were still there?"It may be a little crude, my young friend, but it doesn't change the fact that you were hoodwinked!" Cliff said, guffawing gleefully.Since Sebastian had already paid, he could no longer take it back. After all, it was a rule never to accept returns or refunds. When Cliff thought of how he had charged Sebastian more than ten thousand for something that had only cost him about 300 to 400 dollars, he became even more smug. "You'll just have to bear with it, my young friend. Not regretting your purchase is the rule of the antique industry. Even if you've now found out that you were deceived, you can't get your money back!""That's right. The work on the emerald pendant that you're holding is so shoddy that it was clearly just done last week. It's a new item!" "Watch out
Sebastian laughed at the reluctant expression on the stall owner's face. He weighed the emerald pendant in his hand and asked, "Mister, are you sure that this emerald pendant is worth 210 thousand?"With that, he tossed it onto the counter and turned to leave."Huh?"The stall owner immediately ran around to the front of the stall when he saw that Sebastian was about to leave. He grabbed him and said, "Don't be in such a rush to leave, my young friend. Let's negotiate. If you're sincere about buying it, I'll sell it to you at 150 thousand, and I'll be making a loss. Let this be the start of a friendship between us!"Sebastian smiled slightly and said, "Mister, even a layman can tell that this emerald pendant is a fake. I just like the patterns on it because it's quite trendy. That's why I asked about it on a whim."Describing the patterns on the antique as trendy only served to show how obvious it was that it was a fake.The stall owner turned beet red, then white. He cursed hi
However, the more famous something was, the more imitations there would be. Antiques were no exception. In Boren, streets filled with antique stores were abundant. From Klane City to the smallest town, they were omnipresent.There were stores and stalls of various kinds that had everything, but all of them had one thing in common. All the antiques and trinkets that they sold were a mixed bag of authentic and fake. Buyers had to rely on their own judgment. There was also an unspoken rule there. Once a deal was made, no returns were allowed. If a buyer had paid for an item before realizing that something was wrong or recognizing that it was a fake, they would have no choice but to accept it. There was a saying about how the golden age of antiques was during times of chaos. Although they were now in times of peace, many members of the upper class were still very interested in them. Both experts and laymen liked to have a few collector's items in their homes. There were plenty of we
"Watch him closely! If you lose him, I'll have your head!" Anton said before hanging up. A malicious grin spread across his face.As the son of the head director of Boren Martial Arts Court, many were eager to curry favor with him. If it came to dealing with Sebastian, there were plenty of people willing to do the dirty work for him. Acorn City was the second largest city in Boren after Klane City, and Anton knew just who to call. About two weeks ago, the Lynch family of Acorn City had sent gifts to him. However, as the Lynches were a third-rate elite martial arts family, Anton had dismissed them. That was why, despite searching frantically, he couldn't find Colton Lynch's name card."Damn it! Where did that asshole's name card get to?"It was the first time Anton had been so anxious about finding the name card of an heir from a third-rate family. After rummaging around for a while, Anton had a sudden flash of inspiration. It was in the trash can!He suddenly remembered that