Live Stream Treasure Hunt: I Made Profits Million Times Over-Chapter 42 - -Fragments of Ancient Civilization?! A Super Figure?!（2rd update, Cheer me with Power Stones!）

The stall owner and his crew were effortlessly taken down by Daniel, which instantly garnered a round of applause from the onlooking crowd.

"Holy crap, is that Serenalia martial arts?"

"This is insanely awesome!"

"He beat down five guys barehanded, one of them even had a knife."

"So cool, he could star in an action movie."

"Hollywood, the temple of world arts, awaits you!"

In the live-stream room, viewers echoed the same astonishment.

"Holy cow, streamer, you’re really doing it?"

"That was ridiculously cool."

"Martial arts master, anyone who says Jack Chen is the world’s number one action star, my man Daniel would be the first to disagree!"

"My man Daniel is the real number one!"

"Cool as it is, but what will the streamer do if these guys call the cops?"

The stall owner and his cohorts huddled together, fearfully watching Daniel, terrified that he would suddenly strike again.

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The stall owner, feeling a bit frustrated, demanded, "What the hell do you want?"

"It’s only fair that you pay for what you damage."

"Why wouldn’t you pay, instead of resorting to violence? Isn’t there any law or justice left?"

As the stall owner spoke, he found himself feeling increasingly aggrieved, and tears began streaming down his face.

He just wanted to make a living.

It was hard enough to make no money after spending a whole day in the sun and wind, but now he had been beaten up, too.

The medical expenses for his buddies would cost several thousand StellarCoins.

Daniel laughed coldly.

"If you had asked for fair compensation, no one would’ve objected."

"But do you even know the true value of this stone tablet?"

Daniel’s words were on point, he didn’t say that the tablet was worthless, but instead questioned if the stall owner knew its worth.

The stall owner felt a bit guilty, "I... I of course know. This is a family heirloom passed down from my great-great-grandfather to my great-grandfather, then to my grandfather, my father, and finally to me. It’s genuine!"

Daniel squatted down, picked up a fragment of stone.

On the broken cross-section, there were varying shades of bluish-gray, with clear stratification between the two colors.

He easily broke the fragment into two, revealing the more distinctly patterned bluish-gray side, covered by the pure gray side.

He then crumbled the pure gray piece in his fingers, turning it into dust.

"To my knowledge, this stuff is called cement, isn’t it?"

"Your family heirloom, wrapped in a layer of cement? Does this mean your ancestors were the inventors of cement?"

The onlookers leaned in, some reaching down to pick up the crushed pieces for a closer look.

"I worked in a cement factory for twenty years, and from my experience, this stuff is indeed cement."

"Right, a stone can’t be easily crushed by hand. This is certainly cement, and of very poor quality at that."

After this man spoke, he too effortlessly crushed the cement fragment in his hand.

The crowd, just realizing the truth, immediately flared up, "You dare to ask for half a million for this piece of crap?"

"I wouldn’t even pay five bucks!"

"Call the police, this is fraud!"

Seeing they had ignited public anger, the stall owner and his companions grew somewhat panicked.

The stall owner defiantly said, "I bought this thing for 805 StellarCoins, and no matter what, it was broken by these two. Shouldn’t they have to pay?"

The old man replied, "Like I said, I will give you one thousand StellarCoins and let’s call it even."

The stall owner tentatively looked at Daniel, "I also have the medical expenses for my brothers who were beaten up by this jerk. That’s a few thousand more."

The old man said, "I will cover the medical expenses. Ten thousand StellarCoins, is that enough?"

Daniel was standing up for himself and his granddaughter, and would not let such a kind person suffer any losses.

Ten thousand it is!

Minus the medical expenses, he could still make a few thousand.

The beating didn’t seem so bad then.

The stall owner was actually hoping to extort more money, but seeing the imposing Daniel beside him, he decided against it.

He stretched his hand towards the old man, "Hand over the money!"

Just as the old man was about to reach for his wallet, Daniel stepped forward, taking out a stack of cash.

He counted out five thousand StellarCoin and tossed it into the stall owner’s hand, "Take your money and get lost."

The stall owner was surprised to see the remaining money in Daniel’s hand, which even had thousand StellarCoin notes.

It looked like it amounted to tens of thousands.

So, this guy was rich after all, but given his high combat power, it would be wise not to rob him.

Having taken the money, the stall owner and his partners left, helping each other.

As for the stall, it was filled with worthless things anyway.

Whoever wanted to take them could.

Daniel glanced over, confirmed that they were all cement crafts worth less than ten StellarCoin each, and lost interest.

He picked up the broken stone fragments.

Seeing this, the old man said, "These things aren’t worth 805 at all, I was just too lazy to argue with them. Besides, we were indeed at fault at first, so giving them a thousand is acceptable."

"There was no need for you to pay him."

Daniel looked up, smiling at the little girl, "I promised Annie I would help you, isn’t that right, Anna?"

By now, Anna had stopped crying, and the streaks of tears still remained on her pale face.

"Thank you, big brother, for not letting my grandfather get hurt."

The old man was speechless, wondering if in his granddaughter’s mind, he was so weak.

If it weren’t for this big brother’s arrival, who knows if those thugs would already be full of holes and lying on the ground by now.

Anna leaned into Daniel, politely planting a kiss on his cheek, "Big brother, what’s your name?"

Daniel smiled, "Daniel."

Anna murmured, "Daniel, such a nice name. I’m Anna Belle, my grandfather’s name is Elkampen Belle. I’ll have him give you his card later, so if you need anything in the future, you can ask him for help."

"My grandpa might not know how to fight, but he has a warm heart. People always say that he’s a great person who loves to help others."

At this point, Daniel didn’t quite understand what Anna meant, but just nodded with a smile, "Alright, I got it. If I need help in the future, I’ll definitely seek your grandfather."

Elkampen Belle took out a dark golden card from his pocket and handed it to Daniel, "You can have this for now, it has my number on it."

After Daniel accepted the card, Elkampen Belle took Anna’s hand and slowly left the antique market.

As the incident ended satisfactorily, the onlookers naturally dispersed.

Daniel looked at the card in his hand and blinked in surprise.

This card was obviously made of gold, even though it only weighed about four or five grams.

This extravagant gesture implied that this old man was no ordinary person.

Daniel also noticed that the card only had the name Elkampen Belle written in large letters, along with a phone number.

There was no other information on it. This old man really was mysterious.

Daniel did not know what this name meant, but the viewers of his livestream certainly did.

"Holy moly, is this card made of gold?"

"Who’s this big shot?"

"Elkampen Belle? Why does this name sound so familiar?"

"Holy crap! He can’t be the Godfather of the Black Hat gang in Libertopia, Elkampen Belle, right?!"

"Who’s that?"

Quite a few people expressed confusion, and Daniel was equally baffled.

Soon, someone in the comment section offered an explanation.

"The Black Hat Gang is the largest underground organization in Libertopia, and also an international criminal group."

"Strip clubs, casinos, drugs, arms, mercenaries, even providing assassination services. Rumor has it that there are up to 180,000 members of the Black Hat gang scattered across more than 300 countries. Their leader, Elkampen Belle, is revered as the Godfather. This man is ruthless, a cold-blooded killer, who’s taken out at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, by his own hand!"

"Wait, are you talking about that kind and gentle-looking old man?"

"They sound like completely different people!"

"No kidding, people like that are masters of disguise. Streamer, be careful. People say that the Godfather Elkampen Belle is unpredictable. You might have helped him once, but that doesn’t mean he’ll remember your good deed. He might even want to get rid of you for stealing his limelight."

"Damn, that’s sick! Helping someone only to get into trouble?"

"Streamer, good luck."

Holy hell, is this for real?

Reading these comments made Daniel feel slightly uneasy.

But recalling the old man’s kindly face and the sweet, innocent Anna, he felt there must be some kind of misunderstanding.

Regardless, he knew he needed to step up his game and improve his abilities.

He wasn’t afraid of close combat, but he couldn’t fight against the old man’s army of minions and even a mercenary group.

A small squad of fully armed mercenaries could cause problems even for a demigod.

With this in mind, Daniel took out his phone and purchased a large amount of gym equipment to recycle through the system, aiming to significantly improve his physical strength.

And yes! He definitely needed to get himself a couple of guns.

No matter how strong his body, he wasn’t invincible.

With a gun at his side, he wouldn’t be afraid of anything!