CHAPTER 832: CHAPTER 562: LIU ZHENG: NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO PHOTOGRAPH MY BRO’S HORSE WHIP! (PART 2)

His tone grew more forceful.

"You think you? Don’t assume inheriting that guy’s legacy makes you special. I’m far stronger now than back then; I could kill you without even using my roots."

The French Plane Tree sneered.

"Then you’ve underestimated me. The troubles I faced in the Metropolis were not for nothing. If I unleash everything I’ve got, you’ll be a telephone pole in no time."

"Plus, even if I can’t beat you, someone else can. I’ll use all my connections in City Hall. You think I can’t get the Fire Mage to drop by for half a minute?"

Liu Zheng threatened.

With the Fire Mage’s power, half a minute is enough to turn the French Plane Tree into a set of furniture.

"You’re threatening me over just a Niu Ma? Who gave you the Human Bone Cane so you could deliver the takeout on time back then? Have you forgotten?"

The French Plane Tree questioned.

"I haven’t forgotten. You’re my best friend in my heart. But Niu Ma is my brother. It sacrificed its horns and whip for me. I won’t let it be humiliated again."

"I’ll take the blame for it selling you fake wine. Do whatever you want to me; I’ll do whatever you ask. But you must not let this leak out, or I’ll really be angry."

"And same goes for you."

His gaze swept towards the projectionist, as if ablaze.

"Mr. Liu, don’t worry, I know nothing."

The projectionist assured.

His revenge still hinged on Liu Zheng, and he’d have to be out of his mind to hurt both sides by leaking it.

"If it were you, I’d say the same about Niu Ma."

Liu Zheng redirected his gaze to the French Plane Tree.

"You talk better than you sing."

The French Plane Tree rolled its eyes.

"If you want to hear me sing, I can sing for you."

He chuckled and said.

"Forget it, you’re so ugly; your singing can’t be good either."

The French Plane Tree said contemptuously.

"Hey, that’s crossing the line with personal attacks."

Liu Zheng shouted.

"What about personal attacks? I’m about to physically attack you!"

The French Plane Tree extended a root.

"Then go ahead, whatever it takes to appease you. Come on, don’t pity me just because I’m a delicate flower."

He lay straight on the ground, closed his eyes, looking as if ready for picking.

"Ugh!"

The French Plane Tree mimicked a vomiting gesture.

"Don’t think I’ll fall for it, cunning human. You must be trying to extort extraordinary items for medical expenses."

It said proudly.

"You guessed it right, indeed wise and learned French Noble Mr. Delago."

Liu Zheng said with a grin.

"Just Delago, now you’re calling me noble. Hmph, you humans change faster than the weather."

The French Plane Tree scoffed.

"The essence remains unchanged, only the form changes. Thank you, noble Mr. Delago."

He bowed deeply.

Although the French Plane Tree didn’t agree, failing to express refusal was tacit acceptance.

"Hmph."

The French Plane Tree turned its face to the other side, showing only bark.

Its face was symbolic, not used for seeing like human eyes.

Liu Zheng chuckled, then turned his attention to the auction.

Meanwhile, people gradually started participating, but the items offered were ordinary, none better than Niu Ma plus horse whip.

Living dragons and dragon extraordinary items are entirely different things; there are plenty of dragons in the Metropolis, many involved in extraordinary item business themselves.

Some extraordinary materials are indeed renewable or recyclable.

"What should I offer?"

Liu Zheng pondered.

He couldn’t go all in at first, as it would expose him obviously, and needed delay for The Fool’s return.

But it couldn’t be too poor either; it should surpass the horns and whip, so he could succeed with stealth and profit big.

"Mr. Delago, do you think these two items combined are enough?"

He shamelessly sought the French Plane Tree’s advice.

Liu Zheng brought forth the Yin Fish and the Yang Fish.

These extraordinary fish were given to him by the Fisherman, granting the combo skill "Yin Yang Power" when consumed, increasing physique and strength by 10, with piercing and explosion damage in attacks.

"I’m about to stock up at Du Kang Wine Workshop soon. Whatever wine you wish, you can have."

He continued.

"You’ve said that long ago."

The French Plane Tree rolled its eyes but still turned its face back.

"Almost there."

It glanced at the Yin Fish and the Yang Fish.

"Great."

Liu Zheng promptly handed the items to the projectionist.

"Oh? Extraordinary fish from the sewer, and never-seen-before species; this is a novel treat. Effects are general, but looks tasty."

The Penguin Captain drooled.

Cats nibble fish for fun; penguins truly love fish.

"I’ll also add this."

The Peacock raised her hand again.

This time she brought a palm-sized brass European-style circular bird cage, each bar inscribed with smaller-than-grain-sized spells.

"Wow, this is the legendary Palm Cage. Can trap enemies inside, transforming them into birds later yet retaining previous memories—a tool for humiliating foes."

"Reportedly only three were made; the creator destroyed two in jealousy. This being the sole remnant. Peacock, where’s the bird inside?"

The Penguin Captain asked.

"Just slaughtered it."

The Peacock said casually, tossing a cockatiel’s corpse.

"Pity, had the bird incited the owner to destroy other cages, the Palm Cage’s value would’ve increased."

The Penguin Captain regretted.

"I find it sufficient."

The Peacock said plainly without further explanation.

"Fine. A collector like yourself surely doesn’t lack extra value."

The Penguin Captain shrugged.

Those present displayed mixed expressions, mostly unfavorable.

Those attending this auction were renowned figures from all industries, naturally displeased with the Peacock’s domineering and showy style.

However, she was a prominent Metropolis figure, so even if annoyed, they dared not confront her.

If not for genuinely desired items, none wished to provoke her.

As the Penguin Captain mentioned earlier, a collection’s value mainly stems from novelty and rarity, both of which the Palm Cage possesses highly.

So, when Peacock presented her item, the atmosphere instantly cooled, awaiting closure.

But Liu Zheng couldn’t just watch; he had to act.

No matter what Peacock offered, he had to compete.

Even if unsuccessful in bidding, he must show his stance to Si Xue, lest he end up an octopus calf.

"What can I counter with?"

Liu Zheng didn’t hesitate, immediately presenting the non-wishing Monkey Claw.

"This... Oh my god, isn’t this the Wishing Monkey Paw? What’s happened to it?"

The Penguin Captain instantly recognized this urban legend of the Metropolis.

"Shot by the Tomb Guardian’s bullet, then declared guilty and burned."

He replied concisely.

Few words, yet much information.

Upon hearing this, the auction participants were instantly in an uproar, those attending remotely showed shocked expressions on their projections.

The Tomb Guardian hadn’t acted for years, or did he even act at all?

The cemetery isn’t like other landmarks; beings defying its rules are nearly impossible.

Even if possible, due to the cemetery’s uniqueness, outsiders cannot explore.

The residents there lack the courage and ability to disclose its secrets.

Thus, Metropolis powerhouses knew the Tomb Guardian was strong but unaware of his actual strength.

Now, a specimen attacked by the Tomb Guardian stood before them and was one of Metropolis’ urban legends—the Monkey Paw.

Wait, how did these two meet and conflict?

Everyone present pondered this question.

With the Tomb Guardian’s prestige, what unfulfilled wish could he have?

Even if there was, could the Monkey Paw fulfill it?