Chapter 137 Miscalculated
Chapter 137: Miscalculation
Cheng Jiuhe saw her playfully calling him dad, and his heart softened a bit. He reached out to touch her hair,
"Be careful next time!"
Mengyu stuck out her tongue: "Yes, Daddy!"
At twelve-thirty, more people arrived at the black market. Leading them was an old teacher, followed by two burly men, obviously bodyguards.
Mengyu’s heart raced; these two bodyguards were Martial Artists. Moreover, she estimated that both of them were stronger than her brother, at least High-level Martial Artists!
Whereas she herself was merely a Second-level Martial Artist. As for Immortal Cultivation, she was only at Gathering Essence First Layer, her combat ability at this stage was even inferior to a Martial Artist.
For some reason, Mengyu had a premonition that these people were here for her.
Cheng Jiuhe also became alert.
The middle-aged man who had been collecting booth fees from Mengyu hurried to greet them: "Old Sir Wu, you’ve come yourself."
"Um, Datong, where is the bronze sword you mentioned earlier?"
"Over there—"
Middle-aged man Datong pointed towards Mengyu’s booth, but then realized that the bronze sword was no longer there. There was only a jade bowl, a Gem Bracelet, and a golden pipe on display.
Several people approached Mengyu’s booth, and Cheng Jiuhe quickly pulled Mengyu behind him, and asked indifferently: "What would you like to purchase?"
If he hadn’t pulled Mengyu behind him, everyone might still have praised him for his calmness. But his action betrayed him.
The two burly men’s gazes became alert as they too realized that both booth owners were Martial Artists.
Although not as powerful as them, they had to be vigilant as they were protecting an ordinary person, Old Sir Wu!
Mengyu felt extremely nervous, she had miscalculated.
When Datong had previously attempted to forcefully take her bronze sword and then gave up, she should have known he wouldn’t so easily let it go.
Now indeed, he had brought people with him.
She also didn’t know if he would forcefully take her antiques.
Mengyu herself was not worried; at most, she could run to places out of sight, like the restroom or behind trees, and hide in a space.
If it really came down to it, she would just give them the antiques.
But what about her brother?
Her brother was a soldier, and soldiers have a temper in their nature; would he allow himself to show such weakness?
Old Sir Wu, seeing no bronze sword, turned back to look at Datong.
Datong strode towards Mengyu decisively. Ignoring Cheng Jiuhe, he directly addressed Mengyu behind Cheng Jiuhe:
"Where is the bronze sword?"
Mengyu looked at him, then at Old Sir Wu: "They aren’t the ones you asked to buy my old goods, are they?"
Datong nodded, pointing to the old man: "This is Old Sir Wu, he likes collecting bronze swords, bring out the sword."
Mengyu looked at Old Sir Wu, but did not do as he said and bring out the bronze sword.
Old Sir Wu nodded, and then said to Cheng Jiuhe: "Brother, I heard you have a bronze sword, let us take a look. If it’s genuine, we can negotiate a good price."
Hearing the words ’negotiate a good price,’ Cheng Jiuhe breathed a sigh of relief and said to Mengyu: "Bring it out for them to see."
Mengyu thought to herself: Could it be that they are not here to forcefully take the bronze sword, but actually to buy bronze artifacts?
Mengyu opened the box, took out a cloth bundle from the box, and opened it; inside were several bronze artifacts: a bronze mirror, a bronze wine jug, a patterned and painted pottery jar, as well as the initial bronze sword Datong wanted.
Old Sir Wu’s eyes lit up as he saw those bronze artifacts.