Don’t Worry, The Jar Won’t Bite

After leaving the VIP Room, Zion went to the treasury where the Auctioned Items were being kept.

"Boy, this place is off-limits," one of the Guards guarding the door said. "Only those who won the bid may come here."

"What a coincidence," Thirteen replied with a faint smile on his face. "I just happen to be the winning bidder for the Chad Skunk. I'm here to collect my Slave. The other items to be auctioned don't interest me, so I'm calling it quits."

The two guards guarding the door exchanged a glance with each other before one of them went inside to look for someone who could confirm if the boy in front of them was indeed the one who won the bidding for the Chad Skunk.

A few minutes later, Dorra, the Host of the Auction, came out of the treasury and looked at Thirteen with surprise.

"Are you here for the Chad Skunk?" Dorra asked.

Just like everyone, she sympathized with the young boy after he was bullied by the masked man earlier.