5 You're Asking for Death

"Now that I've given you the sword, don't even think about getting the money back."

With that, Clarence tightened his grip on the money bag even more tightly, even subconsciously taking a step back.

"Kid, you're asking for death!"

Seeing Clarence's demeanor, Cedric stepped forward, a flash of anger in his eyes.

He and Elbert were Bruce Roberts' bodyguards.

Both of them were about 178 centimeters tall, with medium builds.

They were the type who looked thin in clothes but had muscles when stripped.

The only difference was that Elbert was slightly older, appearing more reserved.

Cedric, on the other hand, was a young man in his late twenties with short hair, full of youthful vigor.

Clarence's words had clearly angered him.

Clarence was his responsibility, and he had helped Bruce Roberts complete the transaction.

Now, Clarence had cheated him out of two hundred thousand with a broken sword. Wasn't this an insult to him?

"You want to fight? Come on, hit me then! Let's see if I'll scam you or not!"

Clarence didn't back down but instead leaned in, showing no fear, "You just have to see if I'll cheat you!"

He was a thug who was proficient in all sorts of vices like drinking, gambling, and whoring.

If it weren't for this sword hidden under his grandfather's bed and if the sword itself wasn't rusty and worthless-looking, he would have sold it a long time ago.

"You..."

Cedric angrily shouted, wanting to teach this kid a lesson, but Bruce Roberts reached out to stop him!

"Enough, Cedric, don't be impulsive!"

After Bruce Roberts spoke, he turned his gaze to Clarence, "Clarence, what we want to buy for two hundred thousand dollars is your heirloom sword, not this piece of junk. Are you trying to strong-arm us now?"

"My... my sword is a family heirloom!" Clarence felt a bit guilty but still gathered courage to continue explaining, "And... it was handed down to me by my grandfather himself."

"Your grandfather?"

"That's right, my grandfather entrusted it to me before he left!" Clarence argued while clutching the money bag.

Hearing this, Bruce Roberts narrowed his eyes and stared at Clarence!

First of all, Bruce Roberts was sure he hadn't mistaken the person.

He could confirm this through the character card provided by the system.

Because when the target person was nearby, the character card would emit a faint glow.So Bruce Roberts was certain that the Clarence in front of him was the same Clarence from the plot.

Secondly, Bruce Roberts had been in sales in his past life, so he had some skill in reading people.

Although this Clarence had shifty eyes, his face was flushed and his gaze was firm.

Coupled with the slightly anxious expression, he clearly seemed to be wrongly accused.

In other words, was he not lying??

Could this sword really be a divine weapon?

Bruce Roberts was puzzled.

But at this point, he had no other choice.

He could only choose to believe the other party.

After a moment of thought, Bruce Roberts took a deep breath.

"Is that so? Fine, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt this time, but... you better not let me catch you lying, or you'll regret being alive!"

"Don't worry, how could I possibly deceive you!"

Seeing that Bruce Roberts wasn't backing out, Clarence smiled broadly and quickly agreed.

"Cedric, let's go!"

Watching Bruce Roberts leave,

Clarence also had doubts in his heart.

He didn't understand why the other party was willing to pay two hundred thousand for his broken sword.

Could his broken sword be some invaluable antique?

But when he saw the twenty bundles of red banknotes in his bag, he immediately put these doubts aside.

He had previously consulted someone specifically about this sword, and it was definitely not an antique.

He didn't even know what material it was made of.

Even if it were an antique, the country wouldn't allow the buying and selling of such antiques.

So now that he could sell it for two hundred thousand, what else was there to hesitate about?

As for Bruce Roberts' harsh words, he just thought the other party was talking nonsense.

In today's society governed by law, could the other party really kill him?

So Clarence was overjoyed with the money in hand.

On the other hand, Bruce Roberts returned to the hotel with the sword.

He carefully examined it.

This sword wasn't detailed in the plot.So Bruce Roberts also didn't know what its name was.

All he knew was that the sword was about 109cm in total length, with a handle length of 25cm, a blade length of 78cm, a blade width and thickness of 1cm!

The weight, without the sheath, was about left and right.

With the sheath, left and right!

Both the sword body and the scabbard were heavily oxidized and rusty.

"Could it be that this thing will only show its effects after the apocalypse?"

Bruce Roberts frowned, feeling it was quite possible.

After all, in Jesse Thompson's storyline, this sword was considered a mutated weapon after the apocalypse.

Only when the apocalypse arrived could the people and things in the entire world undergo changes.

Thinking of this, Bruce Roberts wasn't too anxious anymore. After all, he would see the results in two days.

He found a place to hide the long sword.

Ding dong!

The WeChat notification suddenly rang.

Bruce Roberts took out his phone and saw that it was from Zara.

"Young Master Bruce, just confirming, is it tomorrow night at the Hilton Hotel?"

Seeing this message, Bruce Roberts smiled faintly.

"Yes!"

With less than two days left until the apocalypse, Bruce Roberts had settled the matters of Malachi Stewart and Clarence, leaving only Cynthia Sanchez to deal with.

Cynthia Sanchez, the campus belle of Dragon's Roost University.

With a height of 165cm, she had a well-proportioned figure and a pure appearance.

She was the object of many boys' fantasies.

With her figure and appearance, in times of peace, she would definitely be a positive asset.

Whether it was for work or marriage, she would have more choices than ordinary girls.

But in the apocalypse, she was definitely a disaster-level threat.

With her, wherever she went, she might attract the attention of others.

Of course, the current Cynthia Sanchez didn't have much cunning.

Or rather, she didn't appear to have much cunning in front of Zara.

When Zara invited her out for dinner, she agreed without much thought.

After all, their relationship was still quite good.

Countdown to the apocalypse: 11 hours and 28 minutes!It was 9:32 PM.

"Young Master Bruce, there might be problems with what we're doing!"

On the way to the hotel, Elbert, who had helped Malachi Stewart move, couldn't help but offer a word of caution.

After all, in his mind, with Bruce Roberts being a wealthy young master, couldn't he woo any woman he wanted without resorting to illegal means?

"What problems?" Bruce Roberts glanced at the countdown to the apocalypse without concern. "If there are any problems, I'll take responsibility..."

After saying this, he pushed open the door to the private room.

Elbert wanted to say a few more words to advise Bruce Roberts, but seeing that Bruce Roberts had made up his mind, he didn't know what else to say!

He could only stop in his tracks and stand guard at the door of the private room.