Old Dean held up a magnifying glass, carefully observing the 'Mermaid's Tears' on the table.
He carefully felt the texture of the treasure and murmured, "This thing is definitely not a counterfeit but a genuine Deep Sea Treasures..."
The merchants had already left the boring opera house.
The Alliance people gathered in the hotel lobby arranged by Charles, attentively appraising the treasures Charles showcased, occasionally whispering in astonishment.
"My piece is authentic too!"
Each merchant was a shrewd expert in treasure appraisals, as no fool easily deceived could make it this far.
Charles sat in the prime position, seemingly relaxing but patiently waiting, with an undeniable smirk tugging at his lips.
Look at the smug bastard!
Many inwardly cursed, while Old Dean lifted his head eagerly asking, "Old friend, where did you get all these good stuff?"
"It all started with an accident I encountered on the sea..."
