Chapter 50: A Hundred Million? Shattered with One Kick!

The old man everyone called Elder Shirvinton hurried into the shop, barely able to keep the impatience out of his voice. "Boss Shadboult, you messaged me saying the octagonal vase got bumped? What happened? Let me see the condition of it. Hurry!" Mid-sentence, his gaze snapped to the glass display case. His expression shifted hard. He rushed over, eyes locked on the octagonal porcelain bottle sitting inside. A jagged chip marred the mouth. His face tightened as if someone had driven a nail into...