Unrivaled Soldier in the City-Chapter 232: The Ten-Million-Dollar Sky-High Price

Lin Guo'er watched the scene with curiosity. She had never encountered such a thing before and couldn't help but feel intrigued.

"If you're selling a sword, shouldn't you at least let us see it? And how much is it?" someone called out, their tone laced with mockery, clearly poking fun at the man.

The middle-aged man glanced at the speaker and replied indifferently, "The sword will be sold to one who is fated to have it. Ten million."

Hearing this price, most of the crowd was stunned into silence before erupting into laughter, their gazes mocking the middle-aged man on the ground. The young man who had first asked the price couldn't help but jeer, "Mister, are you trying to scam children? Ten million for a sword you won't even let anyone see? Are you trying to pull a fast one?"

The middle-aged man kept his eyes closed, remaining silent as if he hadn't heard a thing. The young man grew embarrassed. He looked as if he wanted to say more, but the girl beside him stopped him, seemingly warning him not to cause trouble.

Lin Kuang observed the bundle in front of the middle-aged man intently. Although he couldn't see the sword, he felt a distinct chill emanating from the cloth. This is definitely not an ordinary sword! Bowing slightly to the middle-aged man, he said, "Sir, I'll buy it. How do I pay?"

Lin Guo'er was stunned. If it had been anyone else, she would have thought them insane, but since it was Lin Kuang, she said nothing. A stir went through the surrounding crowd, with people murmuring in disbelief. A few who thought themselves clever exchanged knowing glances between Lin Kuang and the seller.

"It's a shill!" someone in the crowd commented. "Does he take us for fools?"

Neither Lin Kuang nor the middle-aged man paid any attention to the crowd's chatter. Lin Kuang simply waited quietly for the man to speak.

Just then, the middle-aged man opened his eyes again. His gaze fell upon Lin Kuang, and deep within his pupils, a faint Jin Guang flashed.

"Are you certain?" the man asked, rather than confirming the sale. "Buying this sword may bring you a great deal of trouble."

Lin Kuang paused for a moment before asking, "Excuse me, sir, but is this sword yours?"

"It is," the middle-aged man replied succinctly.

Lin Kuang smiled slightly and replied with a question, "Since it wasn't stolen or robbed, why should I worry about any supposed trouble?"

A look of admiration appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes. "Good. Transfer the money to this card." As he spoke, a bank card appeared in his palm as if by magic.

Lin Kuang quickly took the card. "Guo'er, make the payment," he said with a smile, handing the card to Lin Guo'er.

She nodded and immediately made a call, arranging for their company to transfer ten million to the account. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

At that exact moment, three people pushed their way through the crowd—two men and a woman. It was none other than Fan Bin, Fan Sheng, and Fan Ting. Seeing Lin Kuang finalizing the transaction, Fan Sheng sighed softly. We're a step too late. His gaze then shifted to Lin Kuang.

This was the first time Fan Sheng had seen Lin Kuang in person, and the first time he had ever stood so close to him. To Fan Sheng, Lin Kuang just seemed a little more handsome than the average person, but his power felt completely ordinary, no different from a normal man. And yet, the more ordinary he appeared, the more solemn Fan Sheng became. Those who can conceal their aura like this are the true masters.

Lin Kuang naturally sensed someone studying him, and his gaze fell upon Fan Sheng, Fan Bin, and Fan Ting. His eyes narrowed slightly. He could perceive that these three were far from ordinary. The man staring at him, in particular, was definitely an expert. Even Lin Kuang would have to be cautious around him. He didn't understand what their purpose was, but he was certain they hadn't come merely for the sword. It was likely they were here for him. He could sense the disdain and faint mockery in Fan Ting's gaze. She was looking at him as if he were already a dead man. Who are these people? Did they come specifically to deal with me? Lin Kuang wondered, but he remained silent.

At that moment, Fan Sheng retracted his gaze and turned it to the man sitting cross-legged on the ground. He bowed slightly in a respectful salute. "Sir, I am willing to offer twenty million for your treasured sword," Fan Sheng said, his tone deferential.

When Fan Sheng's words rang out, another wave of shock rippled through the crowd. They stared at him in utter disbelief. Lin Kuang's offer of ten million was astounding enough, but for this handsome newcomer to bid twenty million was simply incredible.

"Tch, this act is getting ridiculous," someone scoffed, their tone full of smug satisfaction, as if they had figured everything out. "Who would be stupid enough to spend twenty million on some worthless old sword? Do they really think it's an antique?"

Fan Sheng said nothing, remaining bowed as he quietly awaited the seller's response.

The middle-aged man glanced at Fan Sheng. "The sword is already sold," he said calmly. "Young man, your mind is in turmoil."

Hearing this, Fan Sheng's heart jolted, and shock filled his eyes. Fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. The man was right. The normally calm and cautious Fan Sheng had indeed become agitated, which was out of character. The impulse that had gripped him was greed. Once kindled, greed is a difficult fire to quench unless it is extinguished immediately. Fan Sheng had just been overcome by it. He could sense how exceptional the sword was, and that feeling had led to his impulsive offer.

"You are right to chastise me, senior. I was mistaken," Fan Sheng said. He bowed respectfully to the man again before slowly backing away. Seeing this, another hint of appreciation appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes.

Just then, Lin Guo'er handed the bank card back to Lin Kuang, signaling that the transfer was complete. Lin Kuang nodded and offered the card to the middle-aged man with a smile. "Sir, the transfer is done. You can verify it if you'd like."

The middle-aged man shook his head. "There's no need," he said, smiling at Lin Kuang. "You bought my sword without even seeing it. Why would I need to check the money you've given me?"

Lin Kuang was taken aback for a second, then nodded. "You have a point, sir."

"Take a look. You're going to like this sword," the middle-aged man said, picking up the bundle from the ground and tossing it to Lin Kuang.