Damien's Wrath
Mary Di however asked with a polite smile, "Yes Senior Azrael, would you like to bid for this 'item'?"
Damien said in a plain tone, "Yes, I am sure no one can offer a higher price than me."
A middle-aged man spoke up, "Senior, with all due respect—"
But Damien motioned him to shut his mouth with his hand.
The man gulped and didn't speak anymore.
Mary Di chuckled, "And how much would Senior Azrael be bidding?"
"Oh, I wouldn't be the one who is paying."
Mary Di was a bit surprised and asked, "I see, then who would be paying?" She thought that maybe Damien had come with a proxy buyer as there would be some people like that.
"Of course, the ones going to pay," His tone became cold as he continued, "would be you people." He said as he pointed his finger towards the platform.
Before anyone could think or react, they felt the whole hall shaking as flakes of cement fell from the roof.
*BOOM*
"AIEEEEE"
"WAAAAA..."