With the demonstration from the man in the iron mask right in front of him, Hammer Bro was noticeably compliant.
However, even after completing the transaction satisfactorily, he still struggled on the ground, unable to get up.
The crossbow bolt clearly had a special effect; centered on the point of impact, his entire leg was torn open with intersecting wounds, even revealing cracks in the bones.
If this individual didn't possess any talents for regenerating limbs, that leg was most likely done for.
As for his teammate, they were frantically trying to rip off the mask on their face, attempting to liberate their head from within.
For such trivial conflicts that hardly amounted to bullying, Fu Qian felt utterly unfazed internally.
With a hammer in one hand and a crossbow in the other, carrying his spoils from the trip, he contentedly made his way towards his rented lodgings.
Indeed, the auction house was truly a treasure trove for cultivators, the ancients did not deceive me.
