Boss Ma, is that right? Gan Jin clapped Ma Hongnü on the shoulder: "…This set of clothes, my friend really likes it. If you think the gold coins are too few, how about twenty-five thousand gold coins? You are running a business, who you sell it to is your choice. Why bother selling to a pauper?"

"Pauper? Pauper?" Situ Yixiao suspected her hearing was playing tricks on her. This wild warrior actually dared to mock the City Lord's wife in front of everyone.

"Of course, don't be afraid," Gan Jin shrugged with a smile. "If someone can't afford it, but relies on the title of 'Madam' to forcibly take it, then sell it to her."

Situ Yixiao suddenly felt the gazes directed towards her become unbearably piercing, as if everyone present believed she couldn't afford the price and could only rely on the City Lord's wife's status to rob them.

"Good, good, good…" Situ Yixiao's teeth ground together relentlessly: "Today, I will first use money to buy this outfit, and then I will teach this wild man and woman who dared to insult the City Lord's wife a lesson! I bid thirty thousand gold coins! I bid thirty thousand gold coins…"

Huuuuum…

The collective onlookers let out a gasp of astonishment. Everyone present was familiar with money; thirty thousand gold coins was a significant sum that, even after tightening their belts, they could manage to produce.

But to spend thirty thousand gold coins on such an outfit? With that much money, they could do something else! Only the major powers of Yongliu could, and dared, produce such a sum for something whose actual cost was likely only a few thousand gold coins for such a high-grade item.

A smug expression returned to Situ Yixiao's face. She scanned the surroundings with arrogant eyes: "This is the might of the City Lord's family! Did you all see that! You, a mere pauper of a wild warrior, dare to compete in wealth with my City Lord's wife…"

The surrounding crowd turned sympathetic gazes toward Gan Jin. After all, the City Lord was the City Lord; competing in wealth against him was tantamount to courting death.

"Fifty thousand…" Gan Jin said calmly, without even lifting his eyelids. "Boss Ma, I bid fifty thousand gold coins for this outfit…"

Hiss…

The initial commotion in the hall had transformed into a collective sharp intake of breath. This price point had surpassed mere excitement; it was shocking.

Some even began to speculate: who was this prodigal son? Throwing down fifty thousand gold coins for such a trinket? With that much wealth, wouldn't it be better to acquire superior equipment?

Others began to suspect that this fellow was here to cause trouble. Looking at his entire appearance, there was nothing that suggested he possessed fifty thousand gold coins. Was he lying?

Situ Yixiao stared blankly at Gan Jin, simultaneously feeling the gazes from the surroundings grow even stranger, as if they were looking at her with disdain.

"I—I bid fifty-five th—thousand…" Situ Yixiao was already contemplating handing the gold to Ma Hongwen first, then demanding the fifty thousand back later. The City Lord's wife's reputation could not be lost here.

"One hundred thousand…" Gan Jin was overwhelmingly wealthy. The gold coins stored in his Dou Jie space were nothing to him. Today, he was determined to thoroughly teach this shrew a lesson! Didn't she value face? Wasn't she arrogant? Didn't she bully Biluo?

Very well! Today, I will strip you of all your face! I will crush all your arrogance! Gan Jin crossed his arms over his chest and began taking gold bricks from his Dou Jie, tossing them casually onto the floor. Each heavy thud of a gold brick striking the ground resonated with an inspiring force, far stronger than the stirring war drums on the battlefield.

In this world, power held great sway, and dominance was also a form of power. But when money accumulated to a sufficient mass, it too became imbued with irresistible force.

One hundred thousand gold coins, thrown into a good item at an auction, wouldn't even make an audible sound. But in a clothing shop, even the most expensive shop in Yongliu, one hundred thousand gold coins could completely stun people.

Piece by piece, the gold coins acted like massive hammers. Each one striking the ground simultaneously hammered against Situ Yixiao’s chest, causing her body to sway continuously.

As the City Lord's wife, Situ Yixiao was no stranger to wealth. On the contrary! She had accompanied the City Lord through transactions involving millions of gold coins. Compared to millions, one hundred thousand was insignificant.

However, when one hundred thousand gold coins were presented in a clothing shop, the power they wielded was far more terrifying than millions! Even the City Lord, Li DeYork, would never throw out one hundred thousand gold coins to buy an outfit that was merely beautiful and possessed no magical or combat capabilities whatsoever.

This transcended extravagance; it could only be described as pure profligacy! The crowd instinctively backed away from the gold bricks landing on the floor, as if afraid of being crushed by them.

Gan Jin finished tossing the gold bricks and lightly clapped his hands, gazing calmly at Ma Hongwen’s distorted, fat face, and then at Situ Yixiao, whose face was ashen—an iron-gray pallor that even her foundation couldn't mask.

"You may make your bid now…" Gan Jin looked dismissively at Situ Yixiao. "Let me see the might and financial power of the City Lord's family…"

"You… you… you…" Situ Yixiao’s fingers trembled by a good two inches. "You… you actually dare to raise the bid against me like this! Fine, fine, fine! I swear, I swear I will fight you to the end! I bid one hundred and ten—no! I bid one hundred and fifty thousand gold coins…"

"I bid two hundred thousand gold coins…"

Gan Jin did not give the crowd a chance to marvel at Situ Yixiao's supposed bid of one hundred and fifty thousand. His voice rang out as if he had downed cold water. He reached into his Dou Jie again, showering more gold bricks outward. To outsiders, it seemed as if his Dou Jie was capable of producing gold itself.

Another batch of gold bricks, totaling one hundred thousand, crashed onto the ground. Ma Hongwen felt his breathing become difficult. Were there truly this many lunatics in the world? Two hundred thousand gold coins for such an outfit?

"Continue," Gan Jin raised his hand in a gesture inviting another bid. "Let me see the might of the City Lord's family, let this pauper gaze upon the wealth of the City Lord's household. City Lord's wife, please don't stop now. If you run short of funds, you can borrow from the people around you. Today, even if you brought out a million gold coins, I would still smash you with it! Feel free to try if you don't believe me."

Situ Yixiao stared blankly at Gan Jin. Borrowing money to outbid him? If she actually borrowed money and bought the outfit for several hundred thousand, she would be the one receiving a beating from the City Lord upon returning home.

Several hundred thousand gold coins! If the City Lord had that much extra, he could significantly boost the combat strength of his legions, earning greater merit on the Human-Demon Battlefield, thus further elevating his status.

"No more bidding? Is this the might and spirit of the City Lord's family?" Gan Jin turned to Ma Hongwen. "Boss Ma, please package the clothes for me, and bring the tailor and the attendant with us. This set might need slight alterations to truly suit our Biluo."

Ma Hongwen nodded instinctively. As a merchant, he had seen larger quantities of gold, but spending two hundred thousand gold coins on an outfit was certainly a first.

Spectacular! Absolutely spectacular!

The surrounding customers, watching the performances of Gan Jin and Situ Yixiao, were internally shouting their approval. Today's outing was more than worth it! Never before had they witnessed a situation this worthy of note!

The City Lord's wife engaging in a wealth competition—such an event might happen once in a decade.

The City Lord's wife competing in wealth, and losing! Being literally beaten senseless with money, struggling to speak coherently with an ashen face—this scenario might only be seen once in a lifetime.

Gan Jin glanced at Situ Yixiao, whose golden body was still trembling with rage, and smiled faintly. Having spent two hundred thousand to humiliate this woman, she probably wouldn't dare show her face in public for the rest of the year. If Biluo felt it wasn't enough, then she could demand an apology. If Biluo felt…

"Let's go," Biluo secretly tugged at Gan Jin's sleeve and whispered, "Let's go…"

Gan Jin looked at Biluo, whose head was nearly buried in her chest, and sighed. This girl was far too accommodating. Since Biluo didn't wish to press the issue, humiliating Situ Yixiao with money was sufficient. Her disgrace today would become fodder for endless dinner table gossip in Yongliu City, and it would be passed down for a long time.

"Go? You think you can just leave?" Situ Yixiao watched Gan Jin turn, his hand reaching out to steady Biluo's back as they headed for the door, and the volcano of rage in her heart erupted completely!

Beaten by the City Lord at home, her son confined to his room—she had ventured out for some respite, only to have these people try to take her clothes! After merely scolding them a few times, they dared to resist with this display of wealth competition.

Situ Yixiao's chest heaved like restless waves. She furiously considered that if this matter wasn't completely resolved today, how could she ever show her face in public again? Wouldn't everyone just mock her behind her back until she died?

All of this, all this shame! Situ Yixiao’s gaze locked onto Gan Jin and Biluo. All the humiliation today stemmed from this pair of wild individuals.

"Today, whether you buy the clothes or not, those clothes were originally mine!" Situ Yixiao strode forward and slapped out a hand, aiming for Biluo's cheek while shouting: "You almost ruined my dress, you must apologize to me!"

Hitting someone? Gan Jin's eyebrow arched. You want to strike someone in front of me? This wasn't—Gan Jin began to shift his shoulder, intending to grab Situ Yixiao's arm, planning to use his strength to directly snap her arm bones, thus saving some face for the City Lord. But before he could act, a streak of rapid purple light flashed past him, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

Bang! Lucifer Flowing Feet’s sole directly connected with Situ Yixiao’s lower abdomen. The savage power of a warrior erupted in that moment, kicking the City Lord's wife—who possessed no combat ability other than beauty—into a shrimp-like arc as she flew backward.

As Situ Yixiao tumbled through the air, several sounds of fracturing bones echoed—Hua-cha-ka-cha—the noises were piercingly loud in the quiet hall.

"Are you serious? I’ve tolerated you long enough! You’re lucky I didn't kick you to death with one stomp!" Lucifer Flowing Feet planted her hands on her hips, glaring down at the rolling, writhing Situ Yixiao with the look of a bandit queen. "You dare bully such a fragile female mage? If you have any guts, try bullying me! See if I don't crush you to death!"

That arrogant kick and overbearing aura instantly flooded the entire shop hall. Everyone present could scarcely believe what they had seen and heard.