A Scheme

"What is this price?" asked a voice that was as haughty as the skies as the customer slammed his hand on the counter. "You think you can exploit me because I have points?"

"Dear sir, this is our policy. As a top ranker, there are fees applied on our prices before we can sell the artifacts or runic cards to you," replied Ivan in a decorum manner.

"Are you trying to make the top rankers your enemy?" the customer gritted his teeth. "Summon the owner this instant!"

"We will not disturb our owner with troublemakers," frowned Ivan before spreading his arm toward the door. "Please leave this instant."

The unsatisfied customer looked at Ivan with a terrifying cold, bloodlust before grabbing his arm. Ivan found himself rising off his feet as he was whipped on the counter, his body moments from crashing into the hardwood.

BOOM!