At that moment, many in the crowd had seen Jacob spend ten thousand to purchase a rusty lump of iron ore. Some were having a heated debate over it, while others laughed mockingly at him.
Given how young Jacob was, they assumed he would be easily duped in his attempt to find treasures in Antique Street.
Nevertheless, Jacob ignored their comments and the fat stall owner's laughter.
Instead, he gently squeezed the piece of iron ore, causing the rust to gradually break apart.
Crack! The iron ore split open in his hand.
After that, the crack began to grow bigger.
"Wow, the kid has a really strong grip!"
"Did he just spend ten thousand so that he can exercise his grip?"
"Since he doesn't look rich from his outfit, does he have any violent tendencies?
Or else, why break it right after buying it?"
The crowd couldn't believe what was happening.
