Chapter Twenty-Nine: You Dare Call Yourself a Tycoon?

With no one bidding against him, Qin Mu doubled the price on his own.

Is he insane?!

Everyone cried out inwardly, yet none dared to speak. Qin Mu’s aura was simply too intimidating, even surpassing the dazzling presence of Tang Hao.

“Two billion—what a bold two billion!”

“Do you think shouting bids is all fun and games? If you don’t have two billion in your account, I’ll have your head!” Tang Hao’s violent nature flared.

He struggled to pull the black card from his ear, finally handing it over to the staff, glaring fiercely at Qin Mu.

No matter what, Qin Mu had offended the Tang family today.

Shen Xin kept her distance, terrified someone might discover her connection to Qin Mu.

Soon, the staff member holding the black card returned it, hands trembling.

“What’s going on?” Tang Hao, noticing the staff’s pale face, sensed something was wrong.

“This is a black card jointly issued by the World Bank. The balance is shielded, untraceable. The bank only told us… unlimited overdraft, no ceiling.”

Tang Hao’s eyes widened, staring at the inconspicuous black gold card.

Normally, if someone dared compete with him, with his domineering disposition, Tang Hao wouldn’t even bother bidding—he’d simply seize the item.

But now, after Qin Mu’s flying card nearly sliced off his ear, Tang Hao’s legs froze; he didn’t dare act.

“Friend, where are you from? I don’t recall anyone like you in River City,” Tang Hao ventured tentatively.

“Don’t call me friend—you’re not worthy.”

“You—!”

Qin Mu ignored Tang Hao outright, stepping forward.

Under the gaze of all, Qin Mu reached into the showcase and took the jade pendant.

Arrogant beyond measure!

Brazen!

“Scoundrel, do you think no one dares bid against you?” A merchant stood and accused Qin Mu of breaking the rules.

“Then bid,” Qin Mu replied, turning to meet his eyes.

The merchant was dumbstruck.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but his right hand, pressed oddly against the bidding paddle, simply couldn’t lift it.

As the stalemate lingered, the true core members of the River Alliance, seated in the inner chamber, sensed the tension and began to emerge.

“What’s happening?”

“A stranger appeared and disrupted the jade pendant auction,” Tang Hao reported truthfully.

He couldn’t suppress Qin Mu’s momentum alone, but surely the River Alliance could match him.

“Boy, explain your purpose here, or you won’t leave,” one family’s elite beckoned casually, and security guards swiftly surrounded Qin Mu.

Qin Mu clasped his hands behind his back, surveying the crowd.

“I came today for two reasons: first, to reclaim what belongs to my family; second, to demand justice from you all.”

As his words fell, Qin Mu’s figure suddenly flickered.

Before anyone could turn their eyes, a gust like a raging storm swept past, the air slicing their cheeks like knives.

The security guards, who had surrounded him, were flung through the air as if struck by a crane, not even qualified to resist.

By the time they reacted, Qin Mu had returned to his original spot.

As if nothing had happened—yet the evidence lay before them!

From that moment, no one dared underestimate the young man before them.

The commotion drew everyone from the inner chamber.

The hall surged with influential figures, each renowned in their own right.

“I know you! You killed my son!” A scar-faced man pointed at Qin Mu with furious accusation.

This was Scarred Yang—Yang Long.

His words awakened the crowd.

So unfamiliar, yet terrifying. This was the outlaw who, days ago, had slain the heirs of the Zhou and Yang families.

“All for that wretch! That worthless woman! You killed the son I toiled to raise, who was destined for greatness!” Yang Long’s eyes blazed with hatred.

“You’d best watch your mouth,” Qin Mu said coldly.

“What, am I wrong? She’s a tramp anyone can trample! And who the hell are you—her kept man from twenty years ago?”

“I only regret not tormenting her more, not grinding her beneath my heel to vent my rage!” Yang Long’s face twisted with fury.

But his expression froze in the next instant.

A tremendous force smashed his head into the floor, shattering the tiles for meters around.

Qin Mu appeared suddenly in the crowd, sending everyone scattering in fright.

“I rarely dirty my hands—you should feel honored!” Qin Mu’s gaze was icy, his fingers poised as if gripping a sword.

Yang Long was no stranger to hardship, and this blow didn’t knock him out.

“Damn—!”