"Hahaha!! You are going too low!" The Senator laughed out loud, leaning forward in his plush chair, fueled by arrogance and unchecked corruption. He yelled:

​"Two hundred million!"

​"So cheap," Mistress shook her head, her face etched with boredom at the small numbers. She looked up at Voco, her voice sharp:

​"Two hundred and fifty million!"

​"Wow! This is heating up!!" Voco yelled, savoring the drama. He turned to the crowd of villagers: "Don't worry everyone!! You all will have a share of this money!! And everyone will get more food!!"

His announcement was met with cheers; the villagers were completely unbothered by the trafficking occurring before them. Gaining money from something bad without getting their hands dirty was simply good fortune.

​"Three hundred million," a young man called out, his voice sharp with eagerness.

​"Oh!! It seems the young master wants her too!!" Voco said with a smile, recognizing the heir of a wealthy, shadowy family.

​"How can a mere kid outbid me?" The Senator scoffed, his pride wounded. "Five hundred million!" He raised the bid to a frighteningly high amount.

​The chained slaves and Ericka watched the three wealthy figures, their eyes tracing the men and women willing to spend vast sums to purchase them as property and sexual toys. They sighed, a collective sense of resignation settling over them—this was simply their reality.

​"One Trillion!"

​"....?!!!"

"....!!"

​The whole village fell into a deadly silence, so profound it felt as if a god had descended. Heads whipped around, searching for the source of the voice. Voco fixed his gaze on the figure who had just spoken.

​Jinx and Star looked to the side, seeing an empty space where Sunny was standing—then their eyes landed on the tall, mysterious man.

​"Xanor?" Star was stunned. "I thought he was dead?"

​"That isn't Xanor... That is Sunny," Jinx whispered at her, staring at their King's flawless disguise.

"It seems he has his own plan. Let's keep everything down and wait. We need to know how to continue from here onwards."

Star nodded in understanding, trusting Sunny's strategy.

​"Wow... This man is so wealthy," Peter, now standing slightly away from the women, whispered, completely confused. "Huh? Where is your friend?"

​"Out to get something," Jinx said, folding her arms, already enjoying the spectacle.

​"Who is this black horse?" Mistress asked with a raised eyebrow, pulling out a stylized cigarette, lighting it, and taking a deep drag. Blowing out a plume of thick, noxious smoke, she added:

​"1.5 Billion."

​"Wow!! Is this just for one slave?!" Voco was speechless.

​"In all my time in a money fight," Sunny's voice cut through the air, carrying a weight of absolute certainty:

"I had never lost." He raised his hand and slowly moved a finger across the ten slaves, stopping it on Ericka.

​"I need all of them." He paused, letting the statement sink in. "One Hundred Trillion."

​".....?!!!!"

​The silence that followed was crippling. Mistress dropped her cigarette, the ashes scattering on the ground, her face completely pale—a rare sight for the Underworld Queen. The young man and the Senator were both utterly flabbergasted; even the slaves were dumbfounded.

​"One... One... One Hundred Trillion," Voco stammered. He was wealthy, but making that much money in a single transaction was beyond his comprehension.

"...?!!"

​The Senator snapped out of his shock, his eyes narrowing as he turned to Sunny, sensing a threat far greater than just wealth:

"I don't know who you are... But showing off here isn't wise." He turned back to Voco, his pride refusing to yield.

​"Two hundred trillion."

​Sunny raised an eyebrow, recognizing the man—the Senator in charge of all gold and mineral taxes for the Star Nation, managing all transport to the treasury:

'So this old man has been systematically stealing the wealth of the Star Nation, and Matilda doesn't even know about it.' Sunny sighed.

​"As I said, I never lose. Five hundred trillion."

​"Okay, I am out," Mistress said, shaking her head softly, stubbing out her cigarette with a decisive gesture. This wasn't a bidding war; it was a display of financial annihilation.

​"Same here. These slaves aren't worth that much," the young man muttered, backing away.

​Voco stared at the Senator, and seeing him also backing down, he quickly nodded.

​"We have a winner!!! Congratulations... Umm... May I know your name, honored guest?" he asked, his voice dripping with frantic respect.

​"Xanor," Sunny replied.

​"Congratulations to Mr. Xanor, he bought the ten slaves! And gains the trophy! Please, Mr. Xanor, can you get up here... We all would like to see you!" Voco invited, desperate to cement this unbelievable sale.

​Sunny nodded and walked toward the platform, standing beside Voco.

​"Mr. Xanor... Now, there is only one thing—"

​"—Check your balance," Sunny cut him off, a small smile playing on his lips.

​".....?!"

​Confused, Voco nervously activated his Cosmic Brain holographic screen. Seeing the unbelievable amount instantly deposited into his bank account, he was speechless.

'He doesn't even know my account number! How did he send this money to me? Who really is this guy?' Voco thought, an uneasy suspicion starting to creep in.

​"I got your account number from one of your highly respected clients," Sunny smoothly lied. "He directed me here, saying you have a very important, high-value deal today."

​'My client? Forget it, a lot of people have my account number,' Voco rationalized, instantly plastering a flattering smile back on his face, the money erasing all doubt.

​"Hahaha!! You are straightforward, I like that!" He grabbed Ericka's arm and roughly pushed her toward Sunny. Not expecting the action, Ericka's face struck Sunny's chest, and he instinctively held onto her, stabilizing her.

​"Congratulations! You got them all!" Voco said with an almost manic smile.

​"Mr. Voco, can we speak in private after this?" Sunny asked, his gaze moving across the slaves. "They aren't enough for me... I will need more."

​Hearing his words, Ericka quickly moved back from him, standing several feet away, judging this new, terrifying owner.

​"Really?! That is lovely!! After the celebrations, you can come meet me in my mansion! It's the biggest building in this village, you won't miss it!" Voco said, his eyes already counting the astronomical profits.

​"Thanks, I will be there then." Sunny nodded.

​"Do you need help with the slaves?" Voco asked, gesturing to the ladies.

​"No worries." Sunny snapped his fingers, and ten Mercenaries—each radiating the terrifying, unmistakable aura of a celestial Rank warrior—materialized instantly on the stage. The power surge was so overwhelming it stunned everyone. He had just shown them he wasn't a small fly they could sneak up on later; his action directly placed absolute fear into every heart present, including the trembling slaves.

​"Bring them with me," he commanded, and walked down the platform.

​The Mercenaries silently cut off the chains with their swords and expertly guided each of the women away with Sunny.

​"Mr. Xanor... this is my card." Mistress, recovering quickly, approached with a seductive smile, stretching a black card toward Sunny.

​Sunny stared at her for a moment, then took the card. She smiled, moved closer, and whispered in his ear:

"I will be in the motel by 12. Come pay me a visit, my prince."

​"This bitch! Doesn't she know my brother is married!!" Star hissed in rage, her fury temporarily eclipsing her relief.

​"Fufufu... She is lucky the Queen isn't here," Jinx said with a light chuckle, utterly amused.

​Peter stared at the two, completely bewildered by the unfolding drama. He pointed at the stage: "Um... Voco is still alive and someone is taking your sister away." He gestured frantically at Sunny and the girls, who were moving toward the sea.

​"Don't worry about that. Let's go," Star said with a calm smile, walking away.

​"Come on, and don't worry. I made a promise," Jinx added, her smile turning lethal. "Voco won't survive the night."

Both she and Star turned and walked away, leaving a confused Peter behind to watch the bizarre aftermath.

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