The Invincible Luna

"You old b*st*rd. You broke my magic weapon! Give me twenty thousand or you'll live in hell!"

"Come on buddy. I-I'm out of money. I cannot afford twenty thousand. Can I just sign a debt bill? Please show mercy."

...

A magic weapon?

Wang Ke frowned. He stopped walking to work and looked at the crowds beside him.

There was a brutal-looking man with tattoos staring at an old man fiercely, the old man slumping on the ground spread with chinaware pieces.

The old man was afflicted with helplessness, about to cry.

Looking at the old man with his tattered clothes, the brunet skin, bony hands and feet, and wrinkled face, Wang Ke frowned even more.

An old man should not be treated like that even if he broke the chinaware!

"I'm not your buddy. Not old like you! Give me the money now. I saw the money in your rag bag. Don't fool me! You old b*st*rd, hurry up!"

The tattooed guy said with no patience.

"It's the tuition fee for my grandson. I'm counting on that. You cannot take it away! Please show mercy. I'll sign a debt bill and I promise to give the money to you afterwards!"

The old man grasped his greasy bag tightly, which could not be shabbier. He held it cautiously as holding his own life.

"D*mn mercy! Stop talking nonsense! Give me the money. A blue and white porcelain Avalokitesvara statue from the period of the Kangxi Emperor is worth at least fifty thousand, and I've been too generous for asking twenty! Don't be so shameless!"

Then the man tended to grab the old man's bag.

The old man was frightened and grasped the bag tightly. This was the money he'd earned for his grandson by scavenging. Once the money was gone, his grandson could only drop out of school. He would rather die than let his grandson ruin his future!

A blue and white porcelain Avalokitesvara statue from the period of the Kangxi Emperor, Qing Dynasty?

Fifty thousand yuan?

A real magic weapon couldn't be that cheap. Even an antique would worth more than that, not to mention a magic weapon that could change one's luck and fortune.

Wang Ke focused on the broken chinaware doubtfully after hearing the dialogue.

He worked for Treasure Hall in Antique Street. Although he is no magic weapon fox, appreciation couldn't daunt him.

Blue and white porcelain from the period of the Kangxi Emperor, Qing Dynasty differed by early, middle, and late period. Each kind of them had unique characteristics.

The porcelain in front of him-

Wang Ke frowned.

"Give it to me!"

At the time, more and more people crowded in and the man started feeling anxious. He grabbed the old man's bag immediately while the old man paying no attention.

The old man screamed, a powerful force burst out of his haggard hands and he grasped the bag firmly. He cried and pleaded with the man.

"I'll give you a debt bill. Everyone here knows me, an old man who collects tatters. Please show some mercy. I can't give you the money. I just can't."

"F*ck-off. F*ck your bill!"

The old man was kicked to the ground fiercely.

A sound of "click" came from the old man's hand, which made people's hair stand on end.

The old man still grasped the bag tightly.

"Please. Please. I'll kneel down and kowtow to you!"

The old man grabbed the edge of his bag with one hand and climbed up from the ground with another hand on his chest, begging and kowtowing to the man.

The old man had come to a dead end. He could only beg for mercy.

Even people around couldn't stand it anymore. The sound of the fracture was clear, which made them both sympathize with the old man and abhor the man's callosity.

He forced the old man to such a dead end!

Perceiving the situation, the man pulled out a knife from his pocket and made a fierce glance.

Seeing the knife, those men ready to put themselves forward became quiet.

It could be fatal!

Never mind. The old man broke the chinaware and he should take the consequences.

The man felt relief for a second because of the hesitation of the people around, but the increasing number still made him panic.

He knew there was no time to waste, and that he must take the money as soon as possible. So he took out the knife and was ready to lacerate the bag.

"Hold on!"

Wang Ke shouted wrathfully.

He was just buried in thought, and when he looked up, he saw the old man kowtowing to the man. Every sound of the kowtow slapped on Wang Ke's heart like a hammer, but the man was indifferent. He took out a knife and was ready to cut the cloth bag. Wang Ke couldn't be more wrathful!

All the sights focused on Wang Ke because of the wrathful shout.

People around couldn't help saying "good job" to the handsome but emaciated young man in front of them.

The man also stopped, but the old man kept kowtowing and pleading, "Please! Please! Please."

"Hey you, get back to your home. It's none of your business!"

It was the scariest thing for the man, but he didn't worry because he had gone through fire and water.

Just a d*mn young man!

"Drop that bag!"

Wang Ke stared at the man with an unbending face, at the same time moved forward.