At that moment, the crowd watching the scene couldn't help but mock Lin Fan after hearing his outrageous claim.
"Even if one slave costs 50,000, buying 13 would require at least 600,000 gold coins!"
"Hahaha! Who does he think he is? Does he really think he can just drop 600,000 gold without blinking?"
"Even the wealthiest landowner in the area, Lord Chen, probably couldn't take out 600,000 gold all at once."
"Look at his clothes! They're worthless! What material is that? Looks like plain leather."
"If he can't even afford an iron armor set, how dare he act like he can buy 13 slaves?"
"Hahahaha! If anyone around here could actually pull out 600,000 gold, I'd eat shit on the spot!"
"Maybe that guy who cleared the Nine-Story Monster Tower—Lin Fan—could pull it off."
"Hey, kid, do you think you're Lin Fan or something? Talking so big and trying to buy 13 slaves at once?"
Lin Fan sighed as he listened to the jeers and laughter around him.
Then, he casually said—
"But I am Lin Fan."
The moment he said that, the entire place fell into dead silence for a split second.
Then—
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
A wave of uproarious laughter erupted from the crowd.
"Did you guys hear that? He actually said he's Lin Fan!"
"Hahaha! This guy must still be dreaming! You're already the tenth person today claiming to be Lin Fan!"
"Ever since Lin Fan cleared the Nine-Story Monster Tower, everyone and their mother has been claiming to be him!"
"If you're Lin Fan, then I must be his dad!"
"At the very least, if you were Lin Fan, you'd have a full iron armor set, right? Yet you're wearing… whatever the hell that is."
"Exactly! Anyone who can solo the Nine-Story Monster Tower should at least have iron armor."
Lin Fan rubbed his temples in frustration.
Iron armor?
Did these people seriously think his Fiery Armor was worse than some cheap iron set?
His Fiery Armor allowed him to completely ignore fire damage—he could walk through molten lava without getting burned!
That kind of priceless equipment was far beyond a mere iron set!
Lin Fan sighed again and looked at the crowd of skeptics.
"I really am Lin Fan. Why won't you believe me?"
"Oh? Well, I'm Lin Fan too. Why won't you believe me?"
The onlookers laughed even harder, completely dismissing his claim.
Lin Fan was speechless.
He never expected that one day, he'd introduce himself only to be doubted by everyone.
At that moment, Pande finally spoke up.
"Kid, if you want to joke around, go do it somewhere else. I only come to this market once a week, so don't waste my time."
He waved a hand to shoo Lin Fan away.
Lin Fan felt helpless.
"But I'm actually here to buy slaves."
Hearing that, Pande's brows furrowed even more.
"If you're here to buy, then just buy. Why are you messing with me?"
"First, you say you want 13 slaves at once. Then, you claim to be Lin Fan. Are you just making fun of me?"
His tone was filled with irritation.
Lin Fan chuckled bitterly.
How was he joking?
He genuinely wanted to buy 13 slaves.
And he really was Lin Fan.
Since when did telling the truth become a joke?
Seeing that no one believed him, Lin Fan decided to stop arguing.
"Alright, how about this?"
Lin Fan looked at Pande and said—
"Uncle Pande, can I just buy them one by one instead?"
Pande saw the serious look on Lin Fan's face and, after some hesitation, reluctantly nodded.
"That's fine."
However, Pande still had doubts in his heart. Did Lin Fan really have the gold to buy even a single slave?
But doubt was one thing—since Lin Fan said he wanted to buy, Pande couldn't just refuse to sell to him.
After hesitating for a moment, he resumed the auction.
The crowd had already brushed off Lin Fan's earlier words as a joke and moved on.
This time, the slave being auctioned was a strong, muscular man—his skin was dark, his body packed with thick muscles, and his expression fierce.
Lin Fan liked what he saw.
Indeed, much better than those frail women.
Because of his impressive physique, this slave had a higher starting price than the others.
Most slaves started at 10,000 gold, but this man's base price was 25,000 gold.
Even with the higher starting bid, there were still plenty of interested buyers.
"30,000."
"31,000."
"35,000."
"38,000."
The price continued climbing steadily—this slave was clearly high-quality, so the competition was fierce.
Lin Fan listened to the bidding war, then stepped forward.
"80,000."
His calm voice instantly silenced the entire crowd.
The highest bid had just reached 40,000, yet Lin Fan doubled it in one go.
Everyone was stunned into silence.
Even Pande's expression darkened as he frowned and looked at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with irritation.
"You again?"
"Kid, what exactly are you trying to pull?"
"Are you here to mess with my business?"
Pande's tone was laced with anger—he was clearly getting fed up.
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.
"What's the problem?"
"Who bids like that?"
"Is 80,000 not allowed?" Lin Fan asked, his tone calm as ever.
Pande was momentarily speechless.
It wasn't that it wasn't allowed…
But the bid had just reached 40,000, and this guy suddenly jumped it to 80,000—was he trying to make a joke out of the auction?
"It's not that it's not allowed—do you even have that much gold?" Pande asked, his frustration growing.
The rest of the crowd was also annoyed.
Many of them had their eyes on this slave, yet the price had suddenly skyrocketed. Of course, they were pissed.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I bet these two are working together to drive up the price!"
"Exactly! The bid was just at 40,000, and he suddenly jumps to 80,000? Who the hell bids like that?"
"Pande, if you don't want to do business, just say so. Stop using fake bidders to raise prices!"
Hearing the angry accusations, Pande felt wronged.
"I swear, I don't even know this guy! I don't know where the hell he came from!"
After defending himself, he turned back to Lin Fan.
"Kid, if you're just playing around, take it somewhere else. Don't waste my time."
Lin Fan's expression darkened slightly.
"I'm here to buy a slave. I'm not joking."
Then, he turned to the crowd.
"Anyone else willing to bid higher?"
The crowd exchanged looks, but no one spoke up.
80,000 gold…
That was an enormous amount of money.
Seeing that no one else would raise the bid, Lin Fan reached into his backpack.
A moment later, he tossed 80,000 gold coins onto Pande's stall.
"Since no one else is bidding, this slave is mine."
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