There was only a day left before the auction.
And with such thoughts, Brandon decided to visit Ironaxe's shack.
Staring at his shack, as always, there was a line that had formed.
It was quite long. Even longer than last time.
However, since Brandon was now a white ranked member….
"Excuse me."
"Huh?"
He had all the authority to cut the line.
"Coming through."
"The fuck?"
"Excuse me."
"Get in line!"
"Excuse….."
"Hey, what are you doing?"
He had felt ominous glares from behind him as all eyes fell on him.
However, all it took was for him to show that his Twilight Device was white.
All the glares settled down as their expressions changed.
"Ah. We're so sorry, Sir."
"...."
Brandon let it go and entered the premises.
Creaaaak….
Looking around, the familiar sight of Ironaxe's place entered his peripheral vision.
