Lu Jianheng gritted his teeth, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword in sheer, capitalist-induced rage.
Xiao Yichen simply chuckled, stepping back into the shadows, entirely entertained by the Merchant Prince's ruthless flex.
In her booth, Lin Ji'an slowly raised her hands and began a slow, respectful clap.
"Master," Ji'an whispered, staring at Wen Shiru's booth with profound, chef-like admiration for a man who understood profit margins. "I take back every bad thing I ever said about the capitalist. He is a menace, and I respect him immensely."
Jiu Zui snorted, tossing a grape into the air and catching it in his mouth. "He's a bean-counter. It's boring to sit here and see kids squabble. Let's buy something."
Over the next hour, Jiu Zui proceeded to live up to his reputation as a chaotic wastrel.
Whenever an item appeared that possessed even a mild defensive capability, Jiu Zui slammed the Sect Leader's medallion against the bidding console.
