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Chapter 350

Chapter 350

Amidst the tension, they arrived at Water Dock.

Xavier smiled ambiguously at Stefan.

"Stefan, why don't we have a friendly competition? If you find her first, I'll accept the fact that she'syours and will forever consider her out of my reach.However, if I find her first...I'll make my move!"

"Whatever," Stefan replied nonchalantly.

"You're the most generous man in Beach City!"

Xavier exclaimed before opening the door and hastily getting out of the car.He immediately startedsearching for Renee.

Stefan, on the other hand, slowly got out of the car and smoothed out the wrinkles on his high-end suit.

Like an emperor on tour, he scanned the surroundings arrogantly.

Water Dock's antique market was the largest antique market in Beach City.

Since it was located at a strategic intersection between several countries, many valuable treasureswere smuggled and sold there.

As a result, many local traders became wealthy.

Likewise, with an increased wealth came an increased crime rate.

The area also lay host to various underground gangs.

Stefan walked through the bustling crowd like a tourist.He browsed around before finally stopping infront of a small stall.

The stall owner was a dark, old man with a white beard.

A coarse linen cloth was spread on the ground, where various treasures were laid.

These included copper coins, jade wares, ancient paintings, and pottery figurines.

Every treasure looked like it existed long ago.

Evidently, these antiques were recently excavated from graves.

However, there were countless other stalls that looked alike —even the treasures they sold lookedsimilar, catching the attention of only a few who'd stop to look at the goods.

"Looking for treasures, young man?" The old man asked while he stroked his beard.

"The things I sell are different from those that are mass- produced stuff you see around here.Ipersonally excavated all these treasures.You can buy anything with your eyes closed, and it'd still be agood deal!" He added.

"I'm not here to buy anything," Stefan said.

"You're here to look for someone." The old man raised his brows and looked at Stefan.

"You look like someone important.If you're willing to search for someone at a messy place like this, thatperson must mean a lot to you." Stefan neither admitted nor denied it.

"You seem like an expert who's been here for a long time.I'm sure you know everything there is toknow."

The old man stopped stroking his beard briefly.

"I wouldn't say I'm an expert, but I certainly know a thing or two about excavating graves and fortune-telling.If you're looking for someone, I could offer you my divination service."

"Thank you for your willingness to help."

Intrigued, Stefan proceeded to sit on a bamboo chair in front of the stall.

The old man retrieved a bamboo tube with dozens of bamboo sticks inside.

"Each stick represents a different outcome.All you need to do is ask the question earnestly and shakethe tube.The stick that comes out will give you the answer you're searching for." The old man extendedthe bamboo tube to Stefan.

"You may begin!"

Stefan focused his gaze on the bamboo tube.

Just as he was about to shake it, Xavier suddenly showed up and pounced at him.

"Stefan, do you think you're on a vacation? How are you still in the mood for antiques? Are you notworried that I might find her first and steal her from you?" Stefan sneered.

"What's there to be afraid of? You'd only be wasting your time."

"Hehe.I don't like the sound of that.Why would I be wasting my time? Do you doubt my ability to pursuewomen?"

Xavier was behaving like a child.He was determined to beat Stefan.

"Don't forget: I was the one who taught you how to pursue women.It's only been a few days.Do youthink you're better than me already?"

"Do you think she's an ordinary woman? Will your silly tricks even work on her?" Stefan asked almosteffortlessly.novelbin

"Well..."

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