As soon as Tobias finished speaking, the two personal guards following him immediately raised their crossbows and aimed at Frederic.
Frederic’s head was instantly covered in sweat as his old face turned pale and his lips lost color.
He looked at the vase fragments on the ground with his heart in pain. The broken vase was from the medieval age and was worth over one hundred thousand dollars at the very least.
“Captain Hooter, it’s not junk, it’s antiques! The vase you broke is worth at least one hundred thousand, and it would have sold for at least two hundred thousand dollars with delicate packaging…”
“How is something worth two hundred thousand dollars not junk?” Tobias snorted coldly before ordering with a wave of his hand, “Bring out your most expensive antique!”
“Well…” Frederic’s face seemed troubled, but his body shuddered as someone pointed at him with a crossbow.
“What‘s the matter? Do you want to disobey me?” Tobias demanded, looking even more haughty than before.
The two personal guards behind him took a step forward, almost putting their crossbow bolts against Frederic’s neck.
Not only was Frederic scared silent, but even the nearby customers were also trembling with fear.
No one dared to breathe!
“I… I’ll get it. I’ll get it right away…”
Frederic had no choice but to agree with a pained look. Then he brought in several antiques.
These antiques were not large. They were quite small.
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