"It's a total of six purple gold coins."

"Mm."

Despite the pain in his heart, Lu Lin handed over the six purple gold coins in his pocket, constantly reassuring himself with the thought, "As long as Mercedes likes it."

Mercedes stood behind Lu Lin without saying a word.

At this moment, a blond boy suddenly walked over with a group of people around his age.

"Beautiful lady," the blond boy completely ignored Lu Lin and directly addressed Mercedes behind him. "Meeting each other here is a wonderful fate. Please forgive my impoliteness. May I know your name?"

He smiled at Mercedes.

However, this smile clearly carried some evil intentions. As an elf, Mercedes naturally sensed it at a glance. Frightened, she unconsciously took a few steps forward and leaned on Lu Lin.

"Hey! What's the meaning of this, slave? Don't you want to give Young Master Beichen some face?" The green-haired man became angry and scolded.

"Do you know who you're speaking to? Beichen Blok! The Young Master of the Blok family..."

"I don't know who he is, nor do I want to know. But, please stay away from my slave," interrupted Lu Lin with a cold voice. He turned his head, furrowed his brow, and glanced at the boy in front of him.

In an instant, everyone felt a chill from the depths of their souls.

"You don't know your place—"

The green-haired man became even angrier because he was interrupted and chose to attack Lu Lin directly, punching towards his face.

But the next second, Lu Lin grabbed his fist, twisted it forcefully, and the green-haired man's expression changed from anger to pain. In just a moment, he was rendered defenseless by Lu Lin.

"Ah... Let me go, you bastard!" No matter how much he struggled, it was futile.

"Do you know who I am? Do you know who we are?"

"Let me go, and I'll consider breaking my own hand... Ahh!"

"You bastard! I'll destroy you..."

Under everyone's gaze, Beichen's expression became increasingly painful. No matter how much strength he exerted, it was ultimately disintegrated by Lu Lin's hand. Coldness and pain simultaneously swept through his arm.

"Sir, this young master is always so impatient. Would you kindly let him go?" Beichen politely asked, but he was starting to get annoyed. This slave was so ignorant of her own importance, as was her master.

"This is a misunderstanding. I just wanted to get to know your slave and go out for a meal or something. The next day, I will return your slave as compensation. Here are five hundred purple gold coins." The girl at the counter swallowed her saliva when she heard this conversation.

Five hundred purple gold coins! That would be enough for her and her family's expenses for several years!

"I told you, I'm not interested. Now, get lost," Lu Lin didn't reach out to accept the coins. Instead, he directly refused and looked straight at Beichen, calmly speaking to him.

While Beichen stared back at Lu Lin, his pupils suddenly contracted, and an inexplicable fear rose in his heart.

Those blood-colored pupils were calm, but behind that calmness seemed to lurk a demonic presence, making people shiver uncontrollably!

"Ah, please... Let go of me!" The green-haired man couldn't bear the pain anymore and began pleading with Lu Lin.

Lu Lin released his grip, and the green-haired man stumbled back into the ranks of the dissolute, tightly clutching his intensely painful and nearly numb right hand.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the ice element had already invaded the meridians and nerves of his right hand. In other words, his right hand was now crippled, and even if it regained sensation, he would never be able to invoke magic again.

Lu Lin was never a soft-hearted person, but what he had done was already his greatest mercy.

"Mercedes, let's go."

Lu Lin held Mercedes's hand and walked towards the door of the clothing store, leaving Beichen with his hand holding the purple gold card suspended in mid-air.As long as these people do not actively provoke him, he will not actively stir up trouble. He didn't want to ruin his and Mercedes' mood by bringing her out for the first time.

"Sir, do you think it's appropriate to leave like this?" Bei Chen walked up quickly, standing in front of Lu Lin with a smile that seemed to be hiding something.

"One thousand purple gold coins, is that enough?"

His gaze swept over Lu Lin, still greedily looking at Mercedes.

"Smack—"

In the next second, Lu Lin's palm heavily landed on Bei Chen's face.

It was crisp and loud, making an even bigger sound in the now quiet clothing store.

"Now, do you think this is appropriate or not?" Lu Lin looked at the distorted smile on Bei Chen's face without expression.