Chapter 1805


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    Mr. Shrode was left taken aback, seeing how determined the foreign businessman was.


    "This much is nothing for the sake of my master."


    Mobius shed an eerie smile, staring at his bleeding hand without even flinching from the pain.


    And just as Mr. Shrode said, as Mobius held on firmly to the spiritron vein for just five minutes, his little finger started to regrow visibly.


    It took another two minutes before he had a functioning little finger again.


    Mr. Shrode was blinking as he looked on, though he soon forced a smile. "See? I wasn''t lying, was I?"


    "No, you weren''t," Mobius replied, chuckling after studying his finger and confirming the effect of the spiritron vein. "Well, how much do you want for it?"


    "Five hundred billion. Take it or leave it."


    Mr. Shrode wiped his forehead, a greedy smile showing on his lips. "The Lionhearts offered me 400 billion, but I just didn''t know that they weren''t going to pay. Moreover, you''re not Draconian, so you should pay me more to ovee my patriotism."


    Mobius simply smiled and shook his head despite Mr. Shrode''s greedy demand. "Mr. Shrode, it''s only thanks to my master, who ensured you could reach Bralog safely... so, how about 500 million instead?"


    "Five hundred million?! I''m afraid that''s too far for a joke!"


    Mr. Shrode was left staring in disbelief, sweating down his brow while grinning. "Since you''re not serious about this, I''m walking away, and I doubt there wouldn''t be anyone in Draconia who would be interested in my spiritron vein."


    "Wait."


    Standing up, Mobius continued to smile and shook his head. "Last offer-500 million. That''s the best price I''m offering you, as the price you demand is null, considering how Mr. Bozad has protected you on more than one asion. After all, life is priceless, don''t you think?"


    "Are you fucking kidding me?!"


    Seeing that


    back down,


    his


    Mobius was not going to


    Mr. Shrode swore under and snatched the spiritron vein off the table.  Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    He then strode toward the window, ready to leave. "I''ll admit that you''ve protected me a few times, but you don''t get to bully me like this. Five hundred million?! The audacity!"


    Mobius said nothing in turn, simply narrowing his eyes as he watched Mr. Shrode.


    That was when Mr. Shrode felt a cold breeze on his face when he almost reached the window, and his whole body stiffened. "What..." He was left stumped as he realized the breeze left him immobile.


    "Oh, such a shame..."


    His broken speech was suddenly gone just then, as Mobius spoke in fluent Draconian.


    His eyes shed coldly, and he sneered viciously even as Mr. Shrode turned stiffly to look at him.


    "Five hundred million was a good price, but you just don''t know when to stop, Mr. Shrode!" "W-What are you-"


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    Even before Mr. Shrode realized it, Mobius seemed to have teleported beside him, his jaw widening ridiculously before chomping down on Mr. Shrode''s neck.


    "Guh!"


    Mr. Shrode''s eyes widened in disbelief.


    He tried to scream, but no words came out.


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    In the end, he fell loudly to the ground, his life drained from him.