In the early morning, the sun had just peeked out from the clouds, casting golden light on the streets of the Queen's District in Thunder City.

The people living on this street had never gotten up this early before.

At this moment, not only were they up early, but they were also neatly dressed and lined up at the entrance of the "Red Leaves" tea house, as if they were coming here to work.

The tea house was not yet open.

Looking at the tightly closed door, people whispered, exchanging the excitement and eager expressions on each other's faces.

"Is anyone ready to sell? No need to wait to list, we can trade directly at the bank! I can offer 10 gold coins per share! How about it? Yesterday it fell to 1 gold coin, think about it, this opportunity doesn't come often!"

A well-dressed gentleman raised his arm, shouting loudly to the excited crowd, but no one paid attention to him no matter how much he yelled.

People not only ignored him but also cast mocking glances at him, as if looking at a clown trying to gain attention.

Not everyone had caught wind of the information.

But since they were all standing here, it was clear they had at least heard some news.

The well-dressed gentleman shouted for a while, but seeing no one paid attention to him, he eventually pulled back his raised hand in resignation.

Finally, the tea house door opened, and seeing the staff in red vests climb onto a high stool, the crowd surged towards the counter like sharks smelling blood.

"A cup of black tea! No sugar, no tea leaves, just pour me a glass of water! Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"

"Move aside! I was here first!"

"I'm paying now! Help me write it up first! 10 gold coins per share, 100 shares, make the purchase!"

"I'll do the same! A hundred shares purchase, 11 gold coins per share!"

"I'll offer 12 gold coins!"

"12 coins?! Are you crazy?! Don't forget it fell to 1 gold coin just yesterday!"

"13 coins!!!"

"Calm down! Don't get carried away! There are already enough buy orders on the board! If you keep driving it up, no one will buy it. Is there any kind-hearted person willing to sell their stock?" A scholarly-looking man with a scarf tried to dissuade the frenzy, but his voice was drowned out by the tumultuous waves.

No one was willing to be that kind-hearted person.

Nor was anyone willing to wait at all.

Even those who originally came with the intention of cashing out restrained their restless hands after witnessing the scene's wild excitement different from yesterday.

No one wanted to hand over their chips at this moment.

And those who were still gloating yesterday for selling at a midpoint price were now full of regret, blaming themselves for being foolish.

Mr. Colin's safety concerns not only the fate of the Colin Duchy but also the fate of the Campbell Duchy. How could the esteemed Duke Edward allow him to fall into danger?

Moreover, it is said that Her Highness Erin also cares about him.

The staff sitting on the high stool felt his heart pound fiercely, because yesterday he bought 1 share and in just one night, its value multiplied by ten.

That's over a dozen gold coins!

He couldn't earn this much money even if he sat on this high stool for a year!

This is too exaggerated!

Amidst the uproar, a man in a gray coat suddenly pushed through the crowd to the tea house entrance.

His eye bags were deep, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with fierce madness, just like the demons depicted in the murals of the Holy City Church.

Unlike other traders, he did not head for the counter but lunged under the high stool by the window, examining each trader's face, as if searching for something.

Feeling a trace of discomfort from his abrupt behavior, people shunned his bare gaze.

Yet he was relentless, as if crazed, even reaching out to grip others' shoulders, like he wanted to grasp their faces.

"Who is it! Come out! Who bought 100 shares from me yesterday? I beg you to return them to me, I'm willing to pay double!"

That was not the demeanor of someone pleading, but rather of threatening.

His loud commotion quickly caught the attention of the gang members maintaining order on the scene, a few sweater-clad men exchanged glances and walked towards him, gripping his arms on each side.

With his arms trapped, the man let out hysterical shouts, desperately wriggling his arms trying to break free, but to no avail.

"Let me go! I'm not here to cause trouble, I just want to talk to the person from yesterday! I'm willing to buy them back for 4 times—no, 10 times the price! I beg you!"

The two men dragging him away ignored him completely and took him to an alley outside the Queen's District, giving him a stern warning.

Watching that crazy face finally turn into shivers, the thug responsible for playing the tough guy felt a wave of feelings.

The boss really followed the right person.

It was their first time robbing on the wealthiest street in Thunder City.

Moreover, this was much quicker than robbing.

Not only legal, but it also left the victims speechless.

Meanwhile, on the street outside the "Red Leaves" tea house, an old gentleman wrapped in a cashmere coat was drawing a cross on his chest, praying devoutly.

"Praise Mr. Colin, praise Saint Xi..."

Thank God!

The sell order he listed yesterday wasn't executed, otherwise, he would have fainted walking past here today.

Indeed, the Divine will favor those with devout faith!

And in the park at the corner of the street, a young man who nearly had his head bashed by his cane was holding a newspaper with a composed smile on his face, completely forgetting yesterday's embarrassment.

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