Humans, you take what is not yours.

Chapter 64

Mu Hang was sitting on a pile of rocks, his long legs slightly bent, the upper half of his shirt spread out, vaguely revealing the white bandages after being bandaged.

He tilted his head and stared fixedly at the distant sky, reflecting the snow-covered corner of the firmament in the depths of his obscure blue eyes.

When Wen Yao arrived, this is exactly what he saw.

She subconsciously eased her pace and said slowly, "...... Sir."

Mu Hang withdrew his eyes and turned his head.

His face was pale from the loss of blood, almost blending with the remnants of snow behind him, appearing more and more cold and hard in profile, his eyes sharp: "Did you send someone from the southern canyon?"

Wen Yao was silent for a long time and said, "Sent, but ......"

"But you sent your main manpower to me, didn't you?" Mu Hang's voice was cold and biting.

"--stupid."

Wen Yao hung his head, his expression as calm as steel: "...... It is the subordinate who is incompetent."

Given another chance, Wen Yao would have made the same choice.

The students trapped in the southern canyon were in danger as well, but as Mu Hang's subordinate, the officer's safety was her top priority.

Mu Hang stood up, "Let's go."

Wen Yao froze, "Where is ...... going?"

Mu Hang's state was such that the best place to go would be to a hospital, but looking at the other party's demeanor, he didn't look like he was ready to rest at all.

The man draped his dusty and fallen snow-covered coat over him, his eyes like unmelting ice:

"Purge."

*

Auction House.

Chen Jia: "Hurry! Move faster!"

He commanded the group in front of him, looking impatient, "Have you not had enough to eat? Hurry up!"

Looking at the men lined up in front of him, carrying the treasure chests, Chen Jia's brows were furrowed, and he seemed to be particularly impatient.

The auction house was originally the property of the Chen family.

However, Chen Yankang was killed by Mu Hang here, and Chen Yanming is still in the snowy plains of Avon, seeing his family's power being severely damaged.

Chen Jia is the son of a collateral line in the family.

After Chen Yankang's death, he was forced to step in and temporarily take charge of the auction house.

Therefore, they must hurry to move the treasure to another place before the Administration's men return and wait for an opportunity to make a comeback.

At that moment, Chen Jia suddenly felt the ground underneath her feet shaking slightly.

He was slightly stunned, and for a moment he couldn't tell if it was his own fault or not.

The next second, a more pronounced sense of vibration immediately came, dust poured down from the dome, and the messy sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from all around, as the crowd looked around in alarm.

This is definitely not an illusion now.

What, what's going on?

Chen Jia reached out and held onto the wall, barely able to stabilize himself, looking dazed and confused.

An earthquake?

"Ka-!"

The sound of crumbling rock rang out from overhead, spiderweb cracks spreading across the specially reinforced dome.

"Ka-la!"

Sharp, pointed, massive claws sank deep, then closed with a force!

The ceiling shattered into pieces under that ghastly monstrous force, and along with the dust and rock crackling down, the auction house that had just been neat and tidy immediately became messy and broken.

The humans below screamed and scattered.

The thin daylight poured in, clearly outlining the majestic and terrifying silhouette.

The silver-white dragon stood quietly on top of the dome, a pair of golden-red icy vertical pupils looking down on the scattered and fleeing ants in front of him, as if they were watching the dust under their feet.

Chen Jia's legs were already weak, and he could only rely on the support of the wall behind him to barely keep from falling to the ground, and he was dripping with cold sweat under the pressure from the species and the soul.

"Welcome, welcome!"

He heard himself screaming in a voice that changed pitch in terror.

The beams of magically integrated attacks were like a rain of arrows towards the giant dragon in front of him, landing on the other party's hard silver-colored scale armor and emitting a heavy sound like the clash of gold and stone.

However, those powerful magic powers fell on the other party's body, but it seemed as if they did not cause any damage at all.

Instead, it enraged the dragon.

It applied force under its claws, and the thick rock was as soft and fragile as water-soaked paper, and was easily crushed.

A huge hole was torn in the ceiling.

The dragon opened its mouth, its teeth sharp and white, glinting in the sunlight with a cold light that sent chills all over its body.

He seemed to know exactly where all the fortifications in the auction house were located.

Scorching golden-red flames spewed out from his mouth, rolling waves of fire roaring, as if able to ignite the air together, all the mechanical armament in the auction house, the guards, all of them were reduced to nothing in a split second, under that kind of overwhelming power, there was almost no half of the power to match.

What a horror this ...... is.

The giant dragon gathered its wings and stepped into the auction house, and the ground trembled as if the sky had collapsed.

"Human."

He said in a low, thick voice:

"You take what does not belong to you."

The dragon hung its head, its vertical pupils flickering like flames in the darkness, its spit smelling of burning smoke:

"It is time for you to pay the price."

Chen Jia looked around and realized with hindsight that he was the only living person left here, and only then did he wake up as if from a dream, flopped down on his knees and prayed in fear:

"Please! You, your treasure is all here--"

He shivered and pointed to the sealed treasure chest in the hall.

The humans who had carried them earlier had scattered and fled, leaving only by them abandoned in the center of the hall.

The dragon stretched out its claws, and the sharp, pointed tips of its claws slashed through, and in an instant, the treasure chest crumbled, and golden treasures poured out, glittering with seductive splendor in the half-illuminated, half-obscure hall.

--But not nearly enough.

"What about the rest?" He asked.

"The leftovers, the rest are still in the warehouse!" Chen Jia stammered, pointing in one of the directions.

He panicked and pulled a magnetic metal card with a flashing blue light from his pocket:

"Here's the key--"

A wisp of black smoke gushed out from the giant dragon's palm, which opened its mouth and devoured all the treasure chests on the ground before flying back to the giant dragon's side.

Shi An nodded and said politely, "Thanks."

However, before Chen Jia could breathe a sigh of relief, he only saw hot flames spewing out from the dragon's throat, and before he could even let out a scream, he had already turned into flying ash in the blink of an eye.

The flames were controlled extremely delicately, merely burning up the human's body, but the clothing was not harmed in the slightest.

There was no one left in the entire hall, and all mechanical equipment, including surveillance, had been completely destroyed.

Shi An was able to feel the side effects slowly subside in her body.

Soon, the dragon's place was empty, and in its place was a slender human teenager.

The teenager stepped lightly into the pool of blood, his toes rounded and lovely, his fingertips flushed with a slight bit of pink, and the contrast between the scarlet and the pallor was striking.

He was unclothed, his limbs were long and slender, his complexion was white and as clean and soft as the first snow, and only one pair of eyes still maintained the appearance of a dragon.

The teenager stood naked amidst the wreckage and corpses that littered the landscape, and there was something frighteningly gruesome and beautiful about it.

Shi An moves forward without a care in the world, unhurriedly stepping over the corpses on the ground to the only intact piece of clothing.

He stooped down and picked up the dress, gently shaking off the darkened dust from it, and put this dress, which was one size larger than his own figure, on his body, his slender waist, and his long, soft limbs, all of which were swiftly covered by the dress.

Shi An pulled up her slightly longer sleeves and pant legs and stepped into her larger shoes before walking in the direction the man had just pointed.

Through the long corridor, at the end of which was a huge vault.

The door of the vault "dripped" and opened slowly under the effect of the magnetic card.

Shi An moves into the vault.

His eyes moved to search the room where countless piles of gold and treasure were piled up, the expression on his face becoming more and more sullen.

In the distance, the resident ability user inside the vault subconsciously turned his head to see the familiar clothing of the visitor.

He subconsciously tried to open his mouth to greet him, but before his mouth could open, he realized with a jolt that something was wrong - although the clothes were the same, they were completely different regardless of height and build.

He was suddenly alert, "Who is it!"

Shi An did not reply.

The power users attacked, transforming into hundreds of shadows, attacking the teenager in front of them from all directions, with tricky angles and moves that could take lives.

The teenager raised his eyes, and under his long eyelashes was a pair of fiery vertical pupils that wordlessly looked in this direction.

His vision was cold and calm, actually locking straight onto the only entity of the ability amongst the hundreds of vapors.

How is that possible!

The ability was horrified.

However, before he could reflect on it, it was as if his body was being held down by some kind of invisible pressure, and his bones and muscles all let out an unbearable whimper, unable to move no matter what.

The other party slowly traveled to his eyes, his slender fingers pinched his throat and directly lifted his entire body up.

Shi An asked softly, "Where are my things?"

There was indeed a lot of gold and silver jewelry in the vault, but none of it was of high value, not enough at all to cover the collection he had carefully gathered for so many years, and the precious gems that were listed in the list of the collection were even completely missing.

The treasure in the chest outside is indeed his.

But too little.

The things contained in those dozen or so chests were at most only a little more than the treasures in the Avon district principal's warehouse, Shi An didn't believe that there was only this much treasure here.

His fingertips slowly tightened, feeling the other man's throat bones cackle and quake between his fingers.

A choked "huh" escaped the power user's throat, his eyes popping open as he helplessly raked at the other man's fingers, which were clasped around his neck.

The teenager cupped his throat and moved slightly closer, a cruel, cold light flickering within the pupils of his golden-red eyes:

"Where is the dragon's treasure you stole?"

*

Mu Hang flung the tip of his sword, and scarlet blood fell on the white snow, looking like a blooming red flower.

Another headless body of a mercenary planted down, blood spurting from the neck cavity, frozen to slush by the cold before it even hit the ground, wrists broken, a leg thrown half a meter away, looking miserable.

Wen Yao followed behind Mu Hang, his lips pursed and his eyes worried.

Although Mu Hang's actions did not show that he was injured at all, Wen Yao, as a member of his inner circle who had been with him for several years, was able to clearly sense that the officer's current state was not right.

In the past, Mu Hang's fighting habit was to be fast and accurate, just like the Grim Reaper who had already gotten used to killing, never inflicting too much pain, and everything was done in the service of efficiency.

But this time ...... Mu Hang is rough and cruel.

It's not like it's to accomplish something, it's more like--

Revenge.

The man's eyes were cold, like dark blue vortexes into which no semblance of light could shine, with a certain biting coldness, like merciless blades, and when they were swept over, one would subconsciously feel a phantom pain as if cut.

He indulged himself in indulging in killing.

It was as if every mercenary in his way was an enemy, venting his full fury on his foes.

Wen Yao was panicked, but she didn't dare to go forward or ask Mu Hang what had happened.

Or ...... is who is out there.

At that moment, a member of the Administration hurried up and whispered something into Wen Yao's ear.

Wen Yao was stunned, and a hint of joy flooded his cheeks.

She turned her head to Mu Hang and said, "Sir, good news! The students trapped in the southern canyon have been found!"

Mu Hang froze and whipped his head around.

The longsword in the man's hand was still slowly dripping blood downward, and his emotionless eyes gazed fixedly at Wen Yao, who was not far away.

In a deep voice, he asked slowly, "...... What?"

"It seems that some students realized that something was wrong with this exchange and informed the other students, so they hid in time and didn't get caught up in the fight!"

...... students are still alive?

So the blood sacrifice, it didn't work?

Mu Hang's eyes were slightly stunned.

Subconsciously, he raised his hand and touched his lower lip briefly with his cold fingertips.