Even the cheapest type of flying shuttle is worth over a million; it is a symbol of status and position. Brian Grant is extremely fond of such luxurious means of transportation. Ever since he first saw that guy named Eric Bolton piloting this flying shuttle, Brian Grant has looked up a lot of information online. He is even more familiar with the performance of this Shenlong flying shuttle than Eric Bolton himself.

Brian Grant has to pay attention to the data of this flying shuttle. If a conflict were to occur, with his own strength, it would be very difficult to confront the shuttle head-on—especially since the shuttle is twice as fast as his flying sword. If something really went wrong, he wouldn’t even be able to escape.

What makes Brian Grant feel relieved is that this shuttle isn’t equipped with any attack-type magical devices. It makes sense—his father probably thought it would be too conspicuous, and was even more afraid that Eric Bolton would use the device to act recklessly and cause huge trouble. The director of Changchun’s law enforcement bureau is only a seventh-rank celestial official; not to mention the whole empire, even in Tianlin Prefecture he’s just a minor official.

Even so, as the head of the powerful department in charge of Changchun’s public security, his official rank may not be high, but his potential influence is extremely strong. That’s exactly why Eric Bolton acts so arrogantly and recklessly.

The middle section of the black flying shuttle silently opened up a three-foot-wide gap. The first thing to emerge was a burst of noisy, booming music, followed by a thick, choking blue-green smoke that drifted out. Finally, a few people lazily strolled out one after another.

Each of these people wore the most fashionable, bizarre outfits currently popular in the Western Empire—bright colors and exaggerated, strange designs made them extremely eye-catching. By comparison, Brian Grant’s attire could even be called plain.

Brian Grant had interacted with these people twice before and knew that they all liked to pursue luxury goods. In their excessively wealthy and privileged lives, normal pleasures could no longer satisfy them. That’s why they competed in flying sword duels and organized illegal activities with rogue cultivators—not for profit, but to seek extreme thrills.

Fundamentally, they are a thousand times more detestable than those who break the law just to survive.

Chapter 3 Helen Foster

“Hey, kid, did you bring the money?” A fair-skinned, slightly chubby man glanced sideways at Brian Grant and asked.

The speaker was Eric Bolton, whose father is the director of Tianlin City’s law enforcement bureau, Ryan Bolton. Eric Bolton is fair and chubby, with regular features; he not only looks harmless, but even gives off a friendly vibe. But those who know him are well aware that this fair, chubby guy has everything except a conscience.

Brian Grant raised his arm, slowly opening his tightly clenched hand to reveal a golden pearl the size of a pigeon’s egg in his palm. The golden pearl was perfectly round, flawless, and crystal clear, its pure, brilliant golden glow especially enchanting under the night sky. The surface of the shining pearl was covered with a faint, almost invisible layer of mist, shimmering in the golden light and adding a dreamlike splendor to the pearl.

“Is this enough?” Brian Grant said coldly. At this moment, not only had Brian Grant’s appearance changed dramatically, even his voice had become sharp and androgynous.

Eric Bolton squinted at the golden pearl for a while, then turned his head to ask a flamboyant beauty with a head of wild red hair beside him, “Little Helen, what do you think?”

Little Helen wore two exaggerated silver earrings, her eyelids painted a deep, dark blue, and her wide lips coated in purple-black lipstick. These bizarrely dramatic touches almost completely concealed her delicate features. The shiny black leather vest she wore on her upper body forced a deep cleavage from her not-so-full chest. A fiery red crow was tattooed on her bare, slender waist, and her shapely legs gleamed white beneath black leather shorts.

The flamboyant beauty named Little Helen seemed to have the word “rebellion” written all over her. But as the legal third heir to Tianlin City’s largest magical device mall, Le Fu Mall, Little Helen may not care much about her family’s business, but she grew up immersed in it and has an extraordinary knowledge of magical devices and rare items.

Little Helen glanced at it carelessly, then puckered her purple-black lips and made a light “mwah” sound at Brian Grant, saying, “Big brother’s Helen Foster is not bad at all!”

Tilting her head, she said to Eric Bolton, “It should be a Helen Foster from a second-tier, mid-grade clam demon from the East Sea. It can calm the mind and spirit, and most importantly, it can form a layer of protective mist around the body—great for moisturizing the skin. The grade isn’t high, so let’s say it’s worth a hundred thousand. That’s my offer.” After speaking, Little Helen secretly exchanged a glance with Eric Bolton.

In terms of grade, a device produced by a second-tier, mid-grade demon is already getting a very good price at a hundred thousand. But although the Helen Foster is low-grade, it’s extremely rare. For women, a top-quality Helen Foster can be used not only as jewelry, but also as a beauty-enhancing treasure. If you find the right buyer, selling it for a million or more is no problem. Of course, to get a good price, you also need the right channels.

Little Helen assumed Brian Grant didn’t understand the ins and outs, so she certainly wouldn’t explain out of kindness.

Eric Bolton may have poor character, but he’s very clever and cunning. Having hung out with Little Helen for a long time, he’s well aware of her signals. He knew that using this as a wager, they would never lose out. Eric Bolton hesitated for a moment, then pretended to be a bit reluctant and said, “We clearly agreed on a hundred thousand Tian coins, but you’re using a pearl instead. I’ll let it go this time, but next time, this won’t do!”