"OK."
When it comes to beautiful women, Blaine doesn't know why, but he can't help liking them a little. Even if they might be enemies, he still can't bring himself to be ruthless. Maybe this is simply a man's true nature.
If the enforcers the Grandmaster sent earlier had spoken this gently, Blaine might not have been so uncooperative. But he had to admit that the Grandmaster, that old man, understood men better than men themselves.
Blaine smiled back and strode straight inside.
However, as he passed by the two beauties, Blaine couldn't help but glance again at the source of that fragrance. That single glance revealed something extraordinary.
When the two beauties bowed in invitation, whether intentionally or not, the straps on their shoulders loosened slightly, and the pale whiteness of their chests immediately filled Blaine's vision.
Especially when they straightened up, the two soft curves trembled noticeably. In an instant, Blaine felt his nose heat up, as if a nosebleed were about to start.
'Damn it, demons.'
'This is way too tempting.'
'I'm still a virgin.'
Blaine hurriedly turned his head away, suddenly not daring to look at them directly.
At the same time, an arrow slid into his sleeve—an arrow engraved with a frozen, thousand-mile magic formation, and it was an advanced version at that.
Blaine grasped it in his hand, and the cold touch finally calmed him down a little. The troublesome little reaction obediently subsided.
"Heh… that was really stimulating."
Don't be fooled by Blaine's four-hundred-and-fifty-point physique and the bonuses from his Diamond Body—he was still a normal man.
Normal physiological reactions didn't disappear just because someone was strong.
"Here already?"
"Well? Do you like them?"
"I can give them to you as servants."
Seeing Blaine arrive, the Grandmaster stood up enthusiastically, gave him a look that said 'you understand', and then glanced at the two beauties behind him.
"Let's get down to business,"
"I don't know why you sent for me."
Blaine didn't dare dwell on that topic and quickly changed the subject. At the same time, he activated his mind-reading ability, staying fully alert against this old fox.
"You must be from off-world,"
"I've never seen you on Sakaar."
"What, you know everyone on Sakaar?"
"Heh, heh, I wouldn't dare say that,"
"I'm just an ordinary person. How could I have such ability?"
"Is that so?"
Blaine naturally didn't believe a word of it. An ordinary person? If he were ordinary, then was there anything ordinary left on Sakaar?
"Although I don't know everyone,"
"Someone as capable as you,"
"I still know a little about."
"If I'm not mistaken,"
"You're the one who killed the Bull Scavengers, right?"
"You know, they were my partners,"
"We were very good friends."
The Grandmaster suddenly mentioned a team name, but Blaine didn't recognize it at first.
However, through mind-reading, Blaine did recall something from the Grandmaster's thoughts.
Wasn't that the group that tried to rob him when he first arrived on Sakaar? Some kind of scavenger squad? The name sounded impressive, at least.
"I killed them,"
"But it was self-defense."
Faced with the Grandmaster's probing pressure, Blaine was completely frank. He admitted it without hesitation. No wonder the Grandmaster had noticed him from the very beginning and only made a move after Thor and Hulk appeared.
It seemed that at first, the Grandmaster hadn't ordered his people to capture Blaine, but to investigate him.
Still, the more Blaine thought about it, the more unsettled he felt. Those people had indeed been killed by him, without question—but Blaine had handled it so cleanly that there shouldn't have been even a trace left.
At the scene, there had only been a puddle of foul-smelling black liquid. Forget identifying a person; there shouldn't have been anything recognizable at all.
Yet despite that, the Grandmaster had still discovered it. It seemed the ruler of Sakaar truly lived up to his reputation—this old thing was absolutely all-seeing here.
The Grandmaster had clearly tried to use the fact that Blaine killed his people to pressure him, to seize the upper hand before fully understanding who Blaine really was.
"Oh, oh, oh, then it was truly a misunderstanding,"
"So those fools who didn't know their place ran into you,"
"Then you really are from off-world?"
The Grandmaster abruptly shifted the topic, asking again. Truly worthy of being called an old fox—using murder as a probe, then subtly steering the conversation to force Blaine to acknowledge his alien identity.
"So,"
"May I ask what Your Excellency is doing on my Sakaar?"
It had to be said, someone of this level knew exactly how to speak.
On the surface, he was asking Blaine's purpose, but beneath that, he was clearly asserting that Sakaar belonged to him, the Grandmaster. Whatever Blaine wanted to do, he would have to weigh the consequences.
In truth, even without that implication, Blaine had already sensed the figures lurking in the shadows the moment he stepped onto the viewing platform.
With his spiritual perception, he detected dozens of them. More troubling still, his danger sense picked up a faint threat—enough to endanger his safety.
There was a reason the Grandmaster could rule Sakaar with such impunity.
That was why Blaine chose to converse instead of acting the moment he arrived.
If Blaine weren't so difficult to deal with, something unexpected might already have happened. He could have simply acted—captured the Grandmaster, dragged him into the Hunter's Space, and used mind control to extract whatever information he needed.
After all, once the Grandmaster sent people to harass him, there was little room left for polite conversation.
"I didn't expect someone so famous on Sakaar,"
"I came here because of that reputation as well, hoping to learn more."
At first, Blaine had intended to state his true purpose directly, then cover it up by reading the Grandmaster's thoughts. But now he realized he had underestimated the situation. He decided to play it safe instead.
At that moment, an idiom surfaced in Blaine's mind: 'harbouring ulterior motives'. Right now, the Grandmaster and he were like an old fox facing a young one—each wary, each probing the other.
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