Humans, You Guys Have Taken Things That Don’t Belong to You (1)
Mu Heng sat on a pile of rocks, his long legs slightly bent, the upper half of his shirt spread out, faintly revealing the dressing of white bandages.
His head was tilted back, staring steadily at the distant sky, his dark blue eyes reflecting a corner of the sky covered in snow and wind.
As Wen Yao arrived, she saw this exact scene.
She consciously slowed her pace and slowly said, “… Chief.”
Mu Heng withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look over.
His face was pale from blood loss, almost blending in with the remnants of snow behind him, making his profile look colder and harsher, his eyes sharp. “Have you dispatched people to the southern canyon?”
Wen Yao was silent for a long time before saying, “I have, but…”
“But you guys dispatched the main staff to find me, didn’t you?” Mu Heng's voice was cold and harsh.
“—Stupid.”
Wen Yao hung her head, her expression as calm as steel. “… This subordinate is incompetent.”
Even if she were given another chance, Wen Yao would still make the same choice.
The students trapped in the southern canyon were also in danger, but as Mu Heng’s subordinate, the chief’s safety was her top priority.
Mu Heng stood up. “Let’s go.”
Wen Yao was stunned. “… Go where?”
In this state, the best place for Mu Heng to go was the hospital, but looking at his expression, he didn't look like someone who was planning to rest.
The man put on his dusty and snow-covered coat. His eyes were like unmelting ice.
“Cleaning-up operation.”
***
The auction house.
Chen Jia ordered, “Quick! Move quicker!”
He commanded the group in front of him, looking impatient. “Do you guys never eat rice? Hurry up!”
Looking at the men lined up before him carrying the treasure chests, Chen Jia’s brow furrowed, seemingly impatient.
The auction house was originally the Chen family’s property.
But Chen Yankang was killed by Mu Heng with his sword here while Chen Yanming was still in the Aiwen Snowfield without any news and the family’s power had been severely damaged.
Chen Jia was the son of a branch of the family.
After Chen Yankang's death, he was forced to step in and take charge of the auction house for the time being.
So they had to move the treasures before the Bureau's people returned and wait for the opportunity to rise again.
At this moment, Chen Jia suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet shake slightly.
He was somewhat stunned and for a moment, he could not tell if he was imagining things.
The next second, a more distinct shaking sensation immediately came and dust fell from the dome with a rustle. Messy sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground were heard as the crowd looked around in panic.
This was definitely not an illusion.
Wh-What was going on?
Chen Jia reached for the wall, barely able to steady himself, looking confused and bewildered.
Was that an earthquake just now?
“Crack!”
The sound of crumbling rocks rang overhead, spiderweb cracks spreading across the specially reinforced dome.
“Crack!”
A giant, sharp, pointed claw sank in deep, then retracted with force!
The ceiling shattered into pieces under the monstrous force, accompanied by crackles of dust and rock. The auction house, which had just been tidy, immediately became messy and shattered.
The humans below screamed and fled in all directions.
Daylight poured in, clearly outlining the majestic and terrifying silhouette.
A silvery-white dragon stood silently on top of the dome, its icy golden-red pupils looking down on the tiny, powerless humans scattered before it as if they were mere dust particles beneath its feet.
Chen Jia’s legs were already weak and he could only rely on the support of the wall behind him to keep from falling to the ground, drenched in cold sweat under the pressure of such a monster.
“A-Attack!”
He heard himself scream in a voice that changed its pitch in horror.
Beams of magically integrated attacks rained down on the dragon before him like arrows, landing on the opponent’s steely silver scales with a heavy sound like gold and stone striking against each other.
However, the powerful magical energy fell on the opponent’s body without appearing to cause it any damage.
Instead, the dragon was enraged.
Its claws were so strong that the heavy rocks were crushed like paper soaked in water.
A huge hole was torn in the ceiling.
The dragon opened its mouth, its teeth sharp and white, glinting coldly in the sunlight.
It seemed to know exactly where all the barricades in the auction house were located.
Scorching golden-red flames spewed out from his mouth, waves of fire roaring as if they could set the air on fire. All the machinery and guards in the auction house were reduced to nothing instantly. Under such overwhelming power, the humans were no match to it.
What… a horror this was.
The giant dragon folded its wings and stepped into the auction house. The ground trembled as if the sky was falling apart.
“Humans,” he said in a low, deep, thick voice.
“You guys have taken things that don’t belong to you.”
The dragon bowed its head, its vertical pupils glowing in the darkness with a fiery glow, its breath smelling of burning smoke.
“It’s time for you guys to pay the price.”
As an afterthought, Chen Jia looked around the room and realized he was the only living person. Only then did he wake up as if from a dream and flung himself down on his knees, begging in fear.
“I’m begging you! Y-Your treasures are all here–”
He pointed, shivering, to the sealed treasure chests in the hall.
The humans who had carried them earlier had scattered and fled, leaving them abandoned in the middle of the hall.
The dragon stretched out its claws, the sharp points of its talons slashing across. In a flash, the treasure chests crumbled, pouring out golden treasures that glittered enticingly and brilliantly in the half-lit hall.
–But the amount was far from enough.
“Where are the rest?” he asked.
“T-The rest are in the warehouse!” Chen Jia stammered, gesturing in one of the directions.
He was flustered and pulled a shimmering blue metal magnetic card out of his pocket.
“This is the key–”
–A wisp of black smoke poured out of the dragon’s palm, which opened its mouth and devoured all the treasure chests on the ground before flying back to the dragon's side.
Shi An nodded and said politely, “Thanks a lot.”
However, before Chen Jia could sigh in relief, he only saw scorching hot flames spewing from the dragon’s throat. Before he could even let out a scream, he was already turned into flying ashes in the blink of an eye.
