Chapter 44: Scheming Traders

“And the final item goes for five hundred million dollars” the lady in charge of the auctioned declared.

All eyes turned towards Regan, he has not bought anything in the option, and his outfits doesn't show any resemblance of a wealthy tycoon.

One of the organizers sneaked to him to make the payment so that they could process, “sir, cash or bank transfer?” he requested.

Regan pulled out a briefcase hidden in a corner, it has been there all along, the man who came to take the money raised and eyebrows, and said nothing.

He unlocked the briefcase, and wads of banknotes were revealed neatly kept in rows, his action attracted many attentions in the auction hall “I would love to pay in cash, but I don't know how much is in here” he said with generosity.

Gulp!

Gulp!

On-lookers swallowed, wondering how he will be moving with so much money and doesn't account for it.

The organizer dutifully escorted Regan away, with great respect and change of attitude, he made the payment and the girl was given to him.

A man with a badly injured eye, lazily walked to him “do you want

Her taken to the hotel room, or you want us to be in charge of looking after her for you?” he asked, with a tone of impatience.

“Bring her” Regan responded with a bored tone, the man gaze linger on him before walking away, he shrugged wondering why a handsome man like him will bid so much for a lady display as an item.

While he can get better options with little work, the girl was brought to him, her eyes were empty, and she looked ruffled a bit, scared to her wits.

“Come” he said, and turned around, the girl followed him, Regan didn't know when he bumped into the lady who came to take his chair earlier.

Her eyes widen with anger, in fit of it, she raised her hand to slap Regan, he caught it “you are the one who bump into me,

I should be the one doing the slapping, don't be rash” he told her, she snatched her hand from his grasp with a disgruntled look.

He walked away without bothering with her, the lady he bought quickly followed him, when he came out of the auction hall, the lady still tag along, he turned around.

“You can go” he told her, she hesitated before speaking a different language, Regan responded to her surprise.

He gave her some cash and bade her farewell, his eyes narrowed and a popped on his forehead, he knotted his fists, and the urge to kick some ass came to his mind.

At late night, the organizer went to the rooftop to leave the city, with the helicopter waiting for them at the helipad.

They boarded it, but the demeanor of the pilot was different, “go on” one of the organizers instructed.

Regan turns around with a boyish smile on his face, “well, the helicopter is going to crash soon” he announced cheekily, immediately the organizers.

Scampered on themselves in an attempt to escape before the helicopter will blow up, without giving a second thought the six of them completely lost their cool, and fell, they quickly stood on their feet and continued.

Regan watched them with amusement, enjoying how they make a fool of themselves, when they managed to escape to a distance the explosion won't 'cause too much damage, they stood and waited.

Regan turned to them and waited also, “shit, he lied to us!” one of the male organizers cursed, anger building up, in the streets, they could hear the police siren making their way there.

Six group of elite bodyguards made their way up, but Regan already fly off from the helipad, and was make his way up to the sky.

“Shoot! The fucking bastard!!” one of the organizers roared angrily, to his surprise, Regan simply landed in another helipad a distance away, and came down.

He left the helicopter there, and entered the street, the six organizers, decided to use their cars, to their chagrin, the police already arrived at the gate, and were making their way up.

“Fuck - who rattled us? That idiot, how did he get up there!?” one of them complained bitterly.

While Regan, with a broad smile on his face and sparkling eyes, sighted something of interest, “sir, do you want to play? Many people have made a fortune out of this” the man with tattered clothe, and an unkempt hair advertised.

He nodded, and the man went berserk with happiness, he couldn't hide how excited he was to see someone who is willing to fall for his schemes.

With trembling arms, he revealed the bars of gold covered with sand “they are all bars of gold, very cheap” he said with a big smile on his face.

Regan nodded and glanced his eyes at the things he called gold, just one of it is, and the other is just fake, “how much?” he asked the man.

“Few bucks, a thousand dollars will get you one” he said sheepishly, while rubbing his palms with excitement, Regan paid, and took the original bar of gold.

To convince him that he has bought real gold, he proposed to Regan to get it exam in a shop nearby,

Regan thanked him and strode towards the shop, he entered and saw another excited fellow, he wondered why the both of them were overjoyed.

“Cronies” he mumbled under his breath, the man got a whisk of his words, “what?” he asked, Regan shrugged and handed it over “two dollar” he requested for his service.

Regan handed him the cash, and he examined it, his eyes widened in shock, and his feeble arms trembled,

swallowing the lump of saliva in his throat, “this isn't original gold, return it to the seller” he said with desperation.

He held on to it even when Regan stretched his arm for it, with an askance look “I would rather not return it” Regan responded, making him feel uneasy, an unnatural smile spread on his face.