"I will buy them!"
The words reverberated clearly through the bustling, chaotic market.
Instantly, the entire surrounding market fell completely quiet.
The rich merchants, the arrogant interstellar warlords, and even the heavily armed corporate guards paused their activities, turning their heads toward the young man dressed in extravagant clothing.
The fat slave dealer froze on his luxurious chair, his lazy posture vanishing in a single heartbeat. His jaw practically hit the floor as his beady eyes stared at Neo in absolute disbelief.
"Y-You are joking, right, Young Master These are just a thousand dying rats. They will not survive another week in the deep crystal mines. You actually want to pay fifteen hundred Universal Credits for them?"
"Did I stutter? Or do you not want my credits?" Neo asked coldly as he looked down at the fat merchant.
The female elf attendant stepped forward frantically, pulling at Neo's sleeve.
