Bettor saw his whole world crumbling down. The auction that he spent years and years on was taken from him with just the words of the Young Master. Everything fell too quickly. He didn't even get a chance to argue for his case.
He turned to the Young Master and got on his knees. "Please Young Master! It's not my fault. Eddie was the one who wanted to poison the peasant!"
His pleads were met with silence from the Young Master. Eddie thought that he was fired because he used underhanded tactics to kill the peasant. That couldn't be farther from the truth.
The Young Master got rid of Bettor because he couldn't handle such a simple task as getting rid of a peasant like Zoran. His ineptitude led to this whole debacle, which greatly destroyed the reputation of the Heaven's Auction House, which was owned by the Primordial Sun Dynasty. This shame transfers over to them, specifically to the Young Master.
Seeing that his pleading was not effective, Bettor crawled closer to the Young Master, dragging all his fats and sweats all across the floor. It was an embarrassing sight for everyone.
But before he got close, the Young Master gave him some much needed words of warning. The last person who came too close to him burned up till his body was charcoal.
"You may be incompetent, but you do not deserve death. Get out of my sight, or you'll suffer a worse fate than that. Do not embarrass me further."
Bettor quickly stopped as cold sweat poured down his back. For a second there, his grief blinded him from whom he was approaching. The Young Master was someone that even heaven itself dared not to touch.
He quickly slammed his forehead into the floor and begged for forgiveness, "I'm sorry Young Master."
Bettor stayed in prostration. He greatly feared and respected the Young Master and treated his words as if the Beings themselves gave it to him. However, he could not sit still as his whole life's work was taken away from him.
The new manager of the auction house was the host, and he was—in Bettor's eyes—incompetent in managing such a prestigious business such as this auction. It would be an embarrassment.
"It was not my fault, Young Master. It was the peasant's doing! He planted the poison to sabotage me."
Bettor faced Zoran with such fury and anger that his face contorted into one of a devil. The flaps of fat in his face helped shape him into more of a round faced monster that had eyes full of greed and hatred.
If he killed Zoran, then he could get back control of the auction. At least, that was what he thought.
"I'll get rid of him, Young Master. This peasant will be given the punishment he deserves for ruining the grand event of this auction!"
Bettor scrambled to his feet and rushed towards the calm-faced Zoran who was sitting comfortably at his table. Although he was obese, his large and fatty arms could output a tremendous amount of force that could even harm cultivators. He wanted to kill Zoran by strangling his neck and snapping it in half.
His hands were outstretched, ready to grab Zoran's neck and destroy his life. The peasant, in turn, simply ignored the large man coming at him, as if he knew that he didn't have to move.
Bettor was so hell bent on killing Zoran that he didn't seem to notice the words that came out of the Young Master's mouth.
"I warned you not to embarass me further."
Those words of warning went in one ear and out the other. Bettor kept charging at Zoran with the full force of his blubber. He didn't seem to notice that an ember of fire appeared at his soles, consuming his feet with such intensity that couldn't have come from a natural fire.
The ember raged and destroyed Bettor's legs, using the fats on his body as more fuel to burn. By the time Bettor sensed the weakness in his feet, he already fell face first to the floor.
He couldn't even look back and witness his own legs burning into a crisp until it was nothing but charred bones. Thankfully for him, death came quickly. His heart gave out from the pain of having his nerves burning slowly enough that it was able to transmit the agony directly to his brain.
Bettor's dead body burned just a few feet away from Zoran. He looked down and saw the live cremation, with the heat warming his face and the burning light illuminating his nonchalant face.
The other guests, on the other hand, were once again tongue-tied. The Young Master truly was the most powerful man they had ever laid eyes upon. He killed a high-ranking businessman right in front of hundreds of witnesses. But they all knew it would be swept under the rug.
He bent the law to his will. The Young Master tamed it to his liking.
"Clean this up and start the auction," he ordered the new manager of the auction. "I do not want to spend more time not basking in the mysteries of the Yi energy."
The host straightened up and quickly bowed his head. He gestured for the other waiters to guide the guest to the main room for the auction to finally start. His voice cracked and his movements were rigid. The sight of Bettor's smoking body just in his periphery reminded him of what would happen to him if he failed the expectations of the Young Master.
The waiters all guided the guests to the next room. The Young Master was the first to leave, and the other quietly followed behind him. The only people left in the dining room was Zoran and the exhausted host.
Zoran approached the host and took out the Silver Bleeding Diamond from his pockets. The host noticed it before Zoran even introduced it.
"That's the Silver Bleeding Diamond!" the host exclaimed.
"Yes. And I am the one selling it."
The host took a deep breath. He remembered how he treated Zoran at the entrance and winced at the memory. He almost kicked out the seller of THE Silver Bleeding Diamond. This would be the main item for the auction and the thing that everyone anticipated to see.
"As the new manager of the auction, I humbly accept the responsibility to sell this item to the auction," the host said as he bowed to Zoran.
The host wanted everything to go smoothly. He took a quick glance at the black charred body in the middle of the dining room. If not then…
"As a courtesy for all that happened this evening, we are willing to handle this item with no commission fee. The prestige and honor that we will get from selling this item will be enough compensation."
Zoran nodded and gave the Diamond to the host, who quickly went backstage to prepare for the auction.
Now left alone, Zoran walked to the door to the main auction. The door mysteriously opened by itself and let Zoran pass through with his hands behind his back.
The Young Master was not the only one who could bend the 'law'.