Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1720

"If you wish to leave, wait for the conclusion. Now, return to your seat."

He offered zero justification and absolutely no room for negotiation.

The Cloaked Figure glared into those dead grayish-blue eyes, a profound sense of doom settling heavily in his gut.

How was this a coincidence?

He had just received the kill order. He had just discovered his network bypass was bricked.

And now, the second he tried to leave, a tactical squad was waiting for him?

This mercenary...

Something was horribly wrong.

This man was deliberately caging him in.

The man stared intensely at Jerrick's tactical mask, as if trying to burn a hole through the fabric to see the face underneath. "Who the hell are you?"

Jerrick's grayish-blue eyes didn't so much as blink. He simply repeated, cold and exact, "Return to your seat."

The tension instantly flatlined into lethal hostility.

The squad behind Jerrick seamlessly adjusted their grips on their assault rifles.

It was painfully obvious that if the man took even half a step forward, they would open fire without hesitation.

This only confirmed his dread. This man had been waiting exactly for him.

His fingers clamped down tight. He shot the squad a venomous glare, forcing down the violent urge to draw his weapon.

And right at that exact moment.

Clack—

A thunderous mechanical unlocking sound echoed from behind the main stage.

The Cloaked Figure whipped his head around.

The Lead Auctioneer did the exact same thing.

The massive steel doors leading to The Logistics Artery slowly, painfully ground open under the hyper-fixated gaze of everyone in the room.

The Lead Auctioneer instinctively stumbled back.

The sudden wave of unnatural cold instantly brought out goosebumps along his bare skin.

Behind him, the massive auction screen automatically synced to the pod's telemetry.

The camera aggressively magnified the biological data, projecting it in high definition for the entire room.

For the average buyer, the wildly fluctuating biometric curves meant nothing.

But the reps from Aurelius Bio-Genetics and The Deep-Web Medical Syndicate jolted straight up in their seats the second they read the charts.

Several medical experts outright stood, their eyes glued to the numbers in pure horror.

"Impossible. This neural activity... it's over four times that of a healthy adult!"

"Look at the synaptic firing rate! And the cellular regeneration speed... how is a biological frame sustaining that without combusting?!"

"The muscle density, the sheer bone tensile strength... no baseline human possesses those metrics!"