Global Beast Mastery: Only I Can See the Hints
Chapter 100 - 100: Everything Was Emptied?

"Mr.Kevin, all our stock weapons were kept in the vault, which is more secure than Lsengard's city defenses, with 24-hour patrols. How could anyone have stolen them?" Another smith, looking at the now-severed furious python spear, made his judgment.

Backing up a bit, even if someone could sneak in, how could they possibly have transported all those weapons without anyone noticing?

Kevin found this reasoning sound but still felt the whole situation was overly mysterious.

He immediately drove at high speed to Lsengard Bank, heading straight for the private vault located ten floors underground.

Kevin first passed through an electronic scanner, then entered a password, and after numerous complicated identity verifications, he finally reached the lowest level of the basement.

Seeing the vault door untouched without any signs of tampering, Kevin's suspended heart finally settled, and he chuckled softly, "Haha, it seems we were overthinking it. With such strict security measures, how could anyone get in?"

Lightning demon ape...

The vault door slowly opened.

Instead of the neatly arranged weapons and piles of forging materials he expected, the vast vault was empty, even the shelves that displayed the weapons were gone!

Kevin's smile abruptly ceased, turning somewhat grotesque, his clenched fist loosening and tightening repeatedly...

"How is this possible? How is this possible!!!" Kevin began to mutter to himself, his words unclear, just repeatedly mumbling, "How is this possible... How is this possible..."

Over a thousand pieces of weapons and materials, the fruits of decades of the Draven family's efforts, had vanished overnight?

"Next door! Quickly, check the next door!!!"

Unable to restrain his shock, Kevin stumbled along, leading his men with keys to another vault.

Boom!!!

When the door to the next vault opened, all color drained from Kevin's face. Seeing only the four walls remaining in the vault, his knees buckled: "My beast cores... my hides... my weapons... my armor... everything I've worked for most of my life, just gone?

Evaporated? Vanished without a trace? This can't be! This must be an illusion!"

"Father! Father!"

"Pull yourself together!" Thomas cried out as he rushed forward.

The core members of the Draven family group, fearing any mishap, quickly helped him up from the ground. Kevin was the linchpin of the entire Draven family conglomerate; if he were to fall, it could spell the end for the entire Draven family.

"Father, I've already checked the vault walls and found no secret passages. It must be a collusion between Isengard Bank and the Smith family. How else could so much disappear into thin air?" Thomas wiped the sweat from Kevin's forehead, feeling as though his father had aged a decade in an instant.

The surrounding managers were completely baffled, wanting to console Kevin but at a loss for words.

To monopolize the market with David's weapons, the Smith family group had taken out a high-interest loan of 5,000 silver coins—'nine out and thirteen back'. The creditor would be knocking on their door in a week.

If they couldn't come up with the money by then, they would all have to look for new ways to make a living.

"Isn't this the Draven family? What has got you so worked up?" From the other end of the corridor, a somewhat surprised voice called out.

Thomas turned to see Sly Taylor, the head of the Taylor family, approaching with a few people.

Glancing at the now empty vaults, Sly couldn't help but snicker, "Are you two pulling a fast one on me, staging a theft to hike up the prices of weapons throughout the city?"

Such a large warehouse would take dozens of truckloads to empty, how could there not be a single sound?

Sly was a shrewd businessman who could smell a ruse from a mile away, seeing right through the Dravens' ploy.

But... seeing Kevin barely hanging on, lying on the ground, Sly felt an unexplainable panic: "Could it be, the vault was actually robbed?"

He too had noticed at the expo, David offloading vast amounts of ferocious beast materials and miracle drugs, strikingly similar to those in his store.

Passing by Isengard Bank, he had just decided to check his inventory.

He hadn't been concerned initially, but upon seeing Kevin's completely emptied vaults, sweat began to seep from his palms.

Clack, clack...

The heavy, solid iron doors of the vault emitted a low, muffled sound.

Originally installed for security, these doors and the surrounding walls were made from reinforced steel plates, three meters thick, impervious even to artillery fire.

As Sly pressed the electric switch, the vault lit up brightly, spotlessly clean to the point of being reflective!

At that sight, Sly's vision went black.

He had personally escorted the ferocious beast materials to the vault, overseeing the unloading of each item.

But now, over 300 tons of ferocious beast meat, blood, fur, and bones... all gone, even the refrigeration units from the adjacent cold storage had been stolen!

Cleaner than his dog's licked dinner bowl!

"No... this can't be... this can't be..."

Moments ago, Sly was mocking Kevin like he was mad, but now, he himself couldn't help but mutter uncontrollably.

These ferocious beast materials were the lifeline of the Taylor family!

The hunters who risked their lives in the mountains were still waiting for their pay. A large portion of these goods had been pre-paid by clients; what was he to do if he couldn't deliver?

Sly burst out of the vault and flung open the doors to the adjacent room storing miracle drugs, only to find, unsurprisingly, that all the miracle drugs, alchemy raw materials, and even several bags of alchemy waste had been cleared out!

These vaults, though beneath Isengard Bank, were his private safes, and any loss therein was not the bank's responsibility.

This meant no one would compensate him for his losses!

The thought of his life's work being destroyed in an instant caused a surge of anger and a sickly sweet taste in his throat.

"Ptuh!"

He couldn't hold back, and a mouthful of blood sprayed forth.

...

In Isengard's central square, Charles leisurely leaned against a tree, watching the sales expo and yawning.

Today was the last day of the expo. Thanks to the Smith family's aggressive marketing, they had sold over 3,000 of the 4,000 mystery boxes, making both him and David a tidy profit.

Charles checked his account balance, and his phone quickly beeped with a bank message.

[Dear customer, the current balance of your account ending in 9527 is: 12 gold coins, 217 silver coins, 600 copper coins.]

Seeing the long string of numbers in the bank message, Charles could hardly hide his grin: "Heh, this should be more than enough to buy the materials for the [spirit nail], and I'll still have a few gold coins left."

As Charles prepared to leave, a commotion at the expo caught his attention.

Moving closer, it turned out to be members of the Taylor and Draven families causing a scene! Both Sly and Kevin looked distinctly unwell.

"David, you're reselling stolen goods? Have you no shame?" Sly roared, nearly at the top of his lungs, as he was confronted by several security personnel in uniforms from the Smith family at the exhibition.

On the other side, Kevin, with a menacing look, hurled a gleaming black supreme spear into the center of the venue, saying fiercely, "Everyone knows this furious python spear can only be forged by the Draven family's weapon shop here in Isengard. David, be smart and give me back my 10 gold coins, and I'll let this slide."

The lively expo quieted down suddenly when word got out that the items might be stolen. It was rare to witness such a public feud among the three major families of Isengard!

Both parties made compelling points, and recent online leaks showing weapons and miracle drugs from the mystery boxes bearing labels from the Taylor and Draven families only fueled suspicions that they might indeed be stolen.

Everyone was eager to see how David would respond.

"Ahem..." Noticing the crowd's attention, David cleared his throat and switched on his microphone: "Sly, you claim the miracle drugs have the Taylor family label, but isn't it possible I bought your merchandise and resold it?"

"And Kevin," David continued with a calm smile, "where is your weapons vault?"

"Isengard Bank, sublevel -10," Kevin replied coldly.

"And how many guards are around the vault?" David probed further.

"Twenty... What are you getting at?" Kevin was growing impatient.

"That's exactly my point!" Upon hearing Kevin's response, David couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Over 300 tons of weapons and equipment, stored in the Isengard Bank's sublevel vault with twenty guards patrolling 24/7, and you're telling me it all got moved overnight without anyone noticing..."

Here, David paused for effect:

"Forgive my bluntness, but if that's what you're claiming was stolen, are you treating me like a fool?"

David's remark brought a moment of silence over the expo, followed soon by continuous laughter.

"Ha, I was just thinking, how could hundreds of tons of material be stolen in one night!"

"Unless those weapons grew wings and flew away? But I just won one in the draw, and I didn't see any wings on it."

"These Draven and Taylor families are so shameless, seeing someone else's business thrive and coming up with these slanderous tricks..."

Not only were his items stolen, but the surrounding mockery made Sly's blood boil, causing a sickly sweetness in his throat once again.

Kevin's face turned ashen with rage!

Swallowing the blood that threatened to spill from his throat, Sly glared at David venomously and said, "Fine, fine, David! I, Sly, will remember this bitterness!"

Watching Sly leave, Kevin and his father Thomas had no choice but to let it go. As they turned away, the look in Kevin's eyes towards David was filled with chilling resentment and venom...

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