Ruler Of Beast Multiverse

Chapter 113: Troubling Clark

Watching Clark using his influence to pressure others, Wesley felt contempt in his heart, "Well, Clark, aren’t you just delaying me from making money!"

Originally, the price of the blue silver stones had been bid up to fifty million, but after Clark pulled that stunt, absolutely no one dared to bid again.

Losing several million in small change all at once was equivalent to losing cultivation resources.

Wesley looked at Clark, and the more he looked, the angrier he became. If he didn’t properly deal with him today, it would be an injustice to heaven.

"Everyone, the blue silver stones I am selling here go to the highest bidder. If you don’t have the money on you, don’t shout randomly; leave early!"

Just as the bald man was feeling unhappy and preparing to leave, Wesley spoke up.

"Now that Young Master Danver has bid forty-five million for one blue silver stone, I wonder if Young Master Danver wants just one or all of them?"

"If it’s all of them, that would be one hundred and thirty-five million!"

Hearing this, everyone gasped. That was so much Eagle currency; these blue silver stones were truly valuable!

Wesley knew Clark all too well; he usually only had a few million on him, spending his days in debauchery.

Not to mention buying all of them, even buying a single blue silver stone was something Clark couldn’t afford.

Hearing Wesley’s words, Clark was shocked. A few broken stones, and they cost so much money.

The key was that he knew exactly how much money he had, only a few million, and he really couldn’t afford even one.

The reason he had bid and revealed his identity was simply to make these people retreat in the face of difficulties.

Then he would "communicate" properly with this stall owner. Given the status of the Danver Family, buying these few blue silver stones at a low price would be easy.

When he returned to the Danver Family, he would give them to his cousin Diana. She would surely like them and look at him with admiration.

Although Clark was Diana’s cousin, he was deeply in love with her in his heart, always thinking that one day he might be able to win her over.

Therefore, Clark naturally felt jealousy and resentment toward Wesley, who had an engagement with Diana.

He was often at odds with Wesley and always targeted him, both openly and covertly.

"What do you mean by one or not one? Naturally, this young master is buying all of them!"

Clark said, stiffening his neck. He was now being roasted on a fire by Wesley; he had to go through with it whether he could or not.

As a man, and furthermore a member of the Danver Family, face was very important.

He didn’t believe that this ordinary stall owner in front of him would dare to offend the Danver Family; fawning over him should be the norm.

Behind the mask, Wesley sneered. From Clark’s subtle expressions, he could naturally see through Clark’s posturing.

Pretending to have money when he didn’t, what an idiot!

He kept bringing up the Danver Family; did he really think he was the head of the Danver Family and could represent them?

Or was it that he couldn’t speak without mentioning the Danver Family?

"Haha, good! Young Master Danver is generous. Then, Young Master Danver, pay up, and these few blue silver stones will be yours."

Wesley laughed in a hoarse voice, his eyes staring straight at Clark.

The people around didn’t leave; instead, they gathered in even greater numbers, all with the look of spectators enjoying the drama.

They also wanted to see if the young master of the Danver Family could actually produce so much money.

The Danver Family certainly had an unimaginably large amount of money, but that didn’t mean Clark had it; some people understood this logic.

"This!" Clark’s face turned the color of a pig’s liver, and he couldn’t say a word for a long time.

Now, if he were asked to produce so much money, he simply couldn’t!

"What? A dignified young master of the Danver Family, don’t tell me you don’t have the money?" Wesley’s mocking voice rang out.

"What nonsense are you spouting? I naturally have the money, it’s just that I didn’t bring that much with me today."

"Let me tell you, stall owner, watch your tone, or the Danver Family will make you realize what it means to invite disaster by speaking."

Clark jumped up like a rat whose tail had been stepped on, pointing at Wesley with an arrogant look on his face.

"Haha, Young Master Danver, since you forgot to bring the money, just call someone to bring it to you, or transfer it to me directly. Isn’t that simple?"

The eyes of many people looking at Clark held a hint of mockery. Why pretend to be rich if you didn’t have the money?

If he weren’t a member of the Danver Family, they would have slapped him in the face with a slipper long ago.

Honestly, just because he came from a powerful family, he really thought he was some big shot, ordering people around all day long.

’Damn it, is this stall owner sick, or is he deliberately trying to make things difficult for me? Can’t he understand the subtext of what I’m saying?’

Clark cursed inwardly. Looking at the masked Wesley, he really wanted to order his bodyguards to strike immediately and teach this person a lesson.

"I really want these few Blue Silver Stones today. If you have the guts, follow me to the Danver Family to collect the money."

"I want to see who dares not to give me face and still dares to buy your Blue Silver Stones!"

Clark first said these words to Wesley, emphasizing each one, before turning to look at the surrounding crowd with a face full of threats.

’If you refuse a toast, you’ll be forced to drink a forfeit. Daring to go against me, Clark? I’ll show you how tough I am. In the end, you’ll still have to obediently beg me.

I bet you don’t even have the guts to follow me to the Danver Family. You’re probably scared to death by now.’

Anyone who met Clark’s gaze immediately looked away, not daring to make eye contact.

They naturally couldn’t afford to offend the Danver Family. If they offended Clark today, they had no idea whether the Danver Family would retaliate against them, and none of them dared to take that risk.

At the same time, some of them also began to worry about the masked stall owner.

Clark clearly intended to seize the Blue Silver Stones by force, and they didn’t know how the stall owner would respond.

If he refused to give Clark face, the stall owner might be in mortal danger.

Just as everyone looked at one another in uncertainty and Clark was feeling triumphant, a single sentence from the stall owner left everyone dumbfounded.

"What Danver Family or not Danver Family? Buy if you have money, get lost if you don’t!"

"Pay for the goods, receive the goods. Follow you to the Danver Family? Do you think I’m an idiot? Stop embarrassing yourself here." Wesley’s voice was very cold, not giving Clark any face at all.

Others might fear your Danver Family, but do you think I, Wesley, am afraid of your Danver Family?

"Holy crap, awesome! This stall owner is so tough, I admire him!"

"Knowing there is a tiger on the mountain, he still insists on going up the mountain. The people of the Danver Family are not to be trifled with."

"It looks like this stall owner clearly doesn’t hold the people of the Danver Family in his eyes. Could it be that the stall owner also has someone behind him, which is why he is so fearless!"

Everyone had different thoughts. Some felt that the stall owner shouldn’t have offended the Danver Family; it was too impulsive.

Others felt a sense of satisfaction; the stall owner had spoken their inner thoughts, and they truly admired him.

Still others were guessing the identity of the stall owner, feeling that he was not simple.

"Alright, alright! If you have the ability, say that again!"

Clark was already furious, his expression instantly becoming angry and sinister.

"What a joke, are you deaf or just pretending not to hear!" Wesley laughed repeatedly and continued, "I said buy if you have money, get lost if you don’t; stop embarrassing yourself here!"