Emma Eddie sat on the sofa and waited patiently.
Her gaze swept across the seemingly simple reception room, but she was secretly surprised.
Aside from the others, the vase on the right side of the door, judging from its style, should be a product from the papal period.
The vase depicted the story of God's blessings to the believers.
After a slight inspection, Emma Eddie concluded that the vase was the real deal.
Other than the vase, the parlor also had an oil painting that depicted the war of the Age of Resistance. Although it was obviously repaired, it was still quite valuable.
"The vase is worth around 150K and the oil painting is at least 100K. If I meet a suitable buyer, the price might go up to 20K to 30K.
The owner's wealth is a little out of my imagination.
But you are really unlucky to run into that guy. "
Emma Eddie suddenly sighed.
Of course, it was just a sigh, not sympathy.
It wasn't the first time Emma Eddie dealt with these so-called collectors, she knew very well what kind of people they were.
They were no different from the thieves and robbers on the streets.
At most, they had a dignified title.
Some of the tricks and tricks used to rob others would send chills down one's spine.
Maybe there was a real collector in the world.
However, Emma Eddie had never met one before.
She didn't place much hope on Bunder either.
Ever since she stepped into the parlor, her instinct told her this place was filled with malicious intent and was very dangerous.
Especially when Bunder appeared.
The rather famous collector in Alkender City wasn't young anymore, his hair was white and his scrawny face had traces of time. Although he didn't need help to walk, he wasn't walking fast either. From the moment he opened the door to Emma Eddie, it took him 3 to 4 seconds, much slower than a common stroll.
"Good day, Mr. Bunder.
I am here on behalf of Hon. 2567. He heard that you have a sculpture of Mordin and hopes to buy it at a high price. "
Before Bunder could even speak, Emma Eddie stood up and greeted him, quickly stating the purpose of her visit.
On Emma Eddie's back, a thin layer of sweat had already soaked his T-shirt.
In Emma Eddie's eyes, the old and clumsy Bunder was like a ferocious beast patrolling its territory, ready to pounce on her, the prey that had invaded its territory, with its bloody mouth wide open.
"What a terrifying fellow!"
Emma Eddie never doubted her instincts.
Her instincts had saved her too many times.
This time, Emma Eddie believed it would be no exception.
Therefore, she became even more cautious.
"Hon. 2567, how did you know I have Mordin's Sculpture here?"
"Although I don't want to say it, I don't think the people here will leak information about my collection."
Bunder asked casually.
"Someone sold the relevant information to Hon. 2567."
"However, I have never seen that person before."
Emma Eddie didn't hesitate to answer Bunder's question. Even if it was a lie, under such circumstances, it became real.
At the very least, Bunder didn't notice anything amiss.
"Is that so?
I'm sorry, I do have a Mordin's Sculpture but I don't want to sell it — you know, a real collector would never sell his own collection. "
After muttering to himself, Bunder shook his head and rejected Emma Eddie.
"Then it's a pity.
I'll pass your thoughts to Hon. 2567 but you don't have to worry, Hon. 2567 isn't the kind of person to act recklessly. "
"I'm sure he will understand your difficulties."
With that, Emma Eddie stood up and left.
The malicious intent in her heart grew denser and the sense of danger grew stronger.
She didn't want to stay a second longer.
"Let's hope so."
Looking at Emma Eddie's back as she left, Bunder looked down his eyes to cover the vicious and grudgeful gaze that was on the verge of bursting out uncontrollably.
After the initial shock, Bunder quickly realized what the Glutton Emperor was up to.
"Trying to use others' greed for Mordin's sculpture to mess things up and fish in troubled waters?"
"Glutton Emperor, you are too naive!"
You don't know who you are up against!
I'll start with this woman, I'll make you regret playing tricks on me! "
The killer intent in Bunder's heart grew denser.
Emma Eddie's body shivered as she walked forward.
Her superhuman senses allowed her to sense the hostility from the collector behind her but she knew she was safe for the time being. The collector wouldn't attack her in the house, at least until she left.
Therefore, Emma Eddie wasn't worried.
However, her instinct told her that a calamity was about to befall her, it was like the shadow of death looming over her, lingering around her.
"What's wrong?
What is going to happen? "
Guesses kept popping up in her heart, causing her to walk faster and faster. She unconsciously raised her hand and lightly wiped her nose stud.
It looked like a casual action.
But it brought a sense of peace to her heart.
Then …
The breeze blew past her ears.
The soft wind felt like one was standing beside a lake during a summer night.
It wasn't just comfortable, it was pleasant.
However, Emma Eddie felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, her body frozen on the spot.
The breeze felt like a bone-chilling wind to her. It wasn't just cold, it was dark as well, like the breath of the Grim Reaper that reaped all life from the legends.
Layers of ripples appeared on the invisible force field surrounding her. A crack appeared on the silver nose stud. Then, like a spider web, it shattered and spread.
Pak!
In the end, the nose stud broke.
But Emma Eddie survived.
When the formless force field barrier appeared, Emma Eddie dashed towards the corner of the wall. There was a long sofa there, it was perfect as a temporary defense.
A layer of red liquid appeared on Emma Eddie's feet, doubling her speed. A moment before the formless force field barrier shattered, Emma Eddie hid behind the sofa.
"How do you leave?"
Emma Eddie looked at Bloodman Odork who appeared beside her without a sound and asked in a hushed voice.
She didn't ask why he was there.
She didn't ask what happened.
None of those questions were more important than her life.
Bloodman Odork signaled her to keep quiet before he corroded the wall behind the sofa.
Inside the parlor, the collector was curled up in a corner, covering his arm. A figure was fighting Colossal Arms, who was enraged because his employer was hurt.
Both of them were locked in a fierce battle.
No one cared about Emma Eddie or Bloodman Odork.
No one heard the unusual noise mixed with the police sirens outside.
No!
Bunder noticed it.
The collector opened his mouth wide in horror, wanting to call for help.
But it was too late.
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