Chapter 102: Old Man Rem
Old Man Rem looked at the chaos unfolding before him.
If no one had done anything, nothing would have happened, even after Mister Burgundy died. They would have cleaned up the body and eventually moved on with the auction. They had several good items left, after all.
However, since the intruders responsible for Mister Burgundy’s accident started doing shit, the rest of the guests grew restless.
What if someone took the things they had bid on? What if someone used this opportunity to attack them?
In that case, wouldn’t it be best for them to do it first? They could take what they wanted without needing to pay an arm and a leg for it. They could settle old debts and grudges by taking advantage of the chaos.
A lot of the guests also decided to flee. With what was happening, it was obvious that the auction hall would no longer be safe. Security from the Torak Syndicate was only limited to the Torak executives, after all. They spared no care for the common guests.
Rem glanced at the foreigner sprinting past him with an armload of armor toward the big catch from yesterday.
Whether it was intentional or not, Rem had no way of knowing, but it had given them an inside man—a strong one at that. Damas broke free from the shackles through brute force.
Rem looked around the auction hall. It was probably time to leave. He turned toward the fourth floor. There were a lot of sounds coming from Mister Burgundy’s room.
Kava should have been able to handle it. But if the intruders had someone strong enough to break, admittedly flimsy, iron chains, it wasn’t impossible for them to have a transcendent.
Rem frowned.