In the bustling auction, everyone's attention was focused on Victor, and no one noticed Logan's movements.
As the price continued to rise, the number of bidders gradually dwindled.
Finally, Logan could clearly hear the auctioneer's final call as the gavel fell: five million dollars!
A living person was being assigned a price measurable in money by these capitalists, just like a Black slave before the Civil War! It was hard to imagine that this was happening at a banquet in the modern world!
Logan suppressed his rage, which ignited a desire to slaughter everyone, and continued walking forward.
After taking a few steps, he saw Notland's figure, holding a phone and talking animatedly, his loud voice unable to suppress his inner joy. His destination seemed to be the private room right next to Logan.
Logan's eyes darkened, and before Notland could notice him while absorbed in his call, Logan slipped quickly into the private room.
The private room was empty, but the lights were on, and there was even hot tea on the table, set up as if to receive guests.
On the other side of the door, Notland's footsteps were approaching.
Logan desperately wanted to tear him apart, but he needed to get Victor's location out of him. Forced to retreat, he quickly hid in the room's bathroom, pulling the door shut.
Through the crack, he saw Notland enter the room and sit calmly on the sofa, checking his watch from time to time, apparently waiting for someone.
A moment later, the door opened and a wealthy white businessman entered, holding auction paddle number 77: the same person who had just won the auction for Victor!
Notland stood up quickly, greeting the businessman warmly. "Congratulations! After tonight, that tiger is yours."
The businessman smiled. "Five million. I hope your tiger is worth it."
"Don't worry, I guarantee you'll be satisfied. That guy is a beast!"
Notland invited the businessman to sit down, and both chatted on the sofa.
"If I remember correctly, this tiger has been working for you all this time. Why would you suddenly think of selling him? A mutant with exceptional combat skills could have helped you deal with plenty of debtors who refuse to pay," the wealthy businessman asked curiously, sipping his tea.
Notland chuckled, pulled out a cigar, lit it, and arched an eyebrow. "Even if he spent his life chasing debts, could he ever recover five million for me? Besides, that guy has been incredibly lazy lately, unable to collect even small debts of tens of thousands of dollars. Now he's useless."
The businessman, still curious, asked puzzled: "How do you control a guy like that? These mutants don't seem easy to control."
He had seen many mutants—many of whom were his prisoners—but his impression was that they were rebellious and difficult to manage. Someone like Notland, capable of commanding mutants, was an exceptional find.
"Hmm? He dares to disobey?" Notland mocked. "If it weren't for me, that guy would have starved to death long ago. He's just a filthy rat in a trash can, terrified of being caught by the government. If I hadn't suddenly taken pity on him and given him a piece of bread and a job, how would he have survived this long? Not to mention ordering him to die! Even if I told him to die, he'd have to die!"
He paused and continued with a giggle: "To be honest, if I didn't need the money urgently, I wouldn't want to part with this guy. A tiger guarding the house can help me solve many problems."
The wealthy businessman smiled. "Then I'm lucky to have found you. Right now, I need that guy's heart."
"Heart?" Notland was stunned and then burst into laughter. "Don't worry, that guy has a healthy heart. I guarantee he won't disappoint you!"
At that moment, Logan, hidden in the bathroom, could not contain himself any longer. His gaze was icy, his face filled with murderous intent.
Bang!
He kicked the bathroom door open and stepped out.
"Mr. Logan, what are you doing here?"
Notland was startled to see Logan, not immediately noticing the murderous intent in his eyes.
"Is he your friend?"
The wealthy businessman was also a bit taken aback, but he immediately stood up and politely extended his hand to Logan, transforming instantly from an executioner talking about human trafficking and organ sales into a refined gentleman offering a handshake.
"Hello, I am—"
Before the businessman could finish speaking, a flash of white light suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Snikt!... Splash!
In the next second, a hand was severed instantly, and blood gushed from the stump.
"Ah!"
The intense, stinging pain made the wealthy businessman scream in terror, his face contorted as he trembled, clutching his amputated limb and stumbling back, his cries piercing the air.
Luckily, the private room was completely soundproof; unless a bomb exploded, no sound could escape.
Logan raised his steel claws again, and the screaming man's head fell to the floor instantly, splashing blood everywhere, droplets of blood dripping from the silver claws.
He stared at the businessman's mangled body, his face cold as he said, "You are not worthy of shaking my hand."
"You're a mutant!"
Notland narrowed his eyes and stood up quickly, reaching for the gun at his waist, raising his hand to pull the trigger aimed at Logan's head.
Clang!
The steel claws extended, a cold light flashed before Notland's eyes, and the pistol was split in two, its parts falling to the floor with a crash.
"Hiss!"
Notland gasped in horror, quickly dropping the broken gun, and his gaze met Logan's frozen stare. An unprecedented fear gripped his heart.
He stared into Logan's eyes, his legs trembling involuntarily as he backed away a few steps.
"What are you going to do?"
Notland was terrified, his whole body shaking.
Logan simply stared into his eyes, closing in without a word, but the murderous intent in his eyes said everything.
Notland's legs shook, his voice trembling as he said, "No, we can talk about this. I can give you money, a lot of money. I own several casinos, and their annual income is astronomical. I can give you all of that."
Logan remained silent, but suddenly stepped forward, taking a large stride toward Notland, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him up.
Notland flailed his limbs terrified in the air, and before he could plead for mercy, Logan slammed him onto a nearby coffee table with tremendous force.
Boom!
The immense force shattered the coffee table instantly.
Cough!
The bone-shattering impact made Notland cough up blood. He looked at Logan in terror, his mouth full of blood, and screamed in pain: "Killing me won't do you any good! You won't get out of this auction house alive! Let me go and I'll give you money, so much money!"
"Your life is more important to me than money," Logan said coldly, clenching his fist with his other hand. He extended a sharp steel claw and drove it down hard.
Crack!
The sharp blade of the claw grazed Notland's face before sinking into the wrecked coffee table.
Notland clearly felt the cold flash of the metal claw; his fear intensified, but he did not dare to resist anymore.
"Victor, where is he?" Logan's voice was icy, his gaze cold and severe.
"The warehouse! There's a warehouse on the fourteenth floor! All the auction items are there!"
The fear of imminent death made Notland almost scream his response, and then he pleaded: "I can help you get him out. The delivery hasn't happened yet; he's still mine. I can pay the breach of contract penalty, I can help you rescue him..."
Snikt!
Logan ignored his nonsense, his fist pressed against Notland's chest, and extended his claws.
The sharp claws pierced through his heart instantly, and blood gushed out.