Chapter 337: Organization Cadres in the Private Room

"I say, Tony, don't you care about the finale of this auction at all?"

Nicholas looked at the gentle-faced Tony and asked.

"To say I'm not interested would be a lie, but compared to that, Pansy's hair right in front of me is more worthy of my attention. This is my professional quality as a hair stylist."

Tony didn't look at Nicholas either. Instead, as he spoke, he took out some hair gel from his waist, spun it around in the air a few times, sprayed it with a 'pshh pshh', and then quickly put it back to his waist to set the other party's hair.

"Pansy, has your hair gotten harder?"

Feeling that the hair gel didn't seem to be holding up, Tony ran his hands through Pansy's hair twice and asked with a frown.

And the questioned Pansy was given a huge fright.

No, she genuinely jumped up from the chair, even ripping off the white cloth curtain draped over her body, took out a mirror, and looked at it non-stop.

"Really?! You're not lying to me, right?"

With a professional like Tony coming right out and saying it had 'gotten harder,' how could she not panic?

"You can question my moral character, but you cannot question my professional quality."

The questioned Tony no longer had the gentleness from just now on his face. Replacing it was a look of complete seriousness.

"Ah~~ ah~~~ It really does feel like it's gotten a bit harder."

After trying to grab her long hair a couple of times, Pansy complained with a stinky expression.

"Why would it be like this?"

"It might be because of evolution. After all, the physical changes of each race after evolution are different."

Tony gave his answer from a professional perspective.

And this answer immediately gained Pansy's approval.

There was no helping it, because no one knew better than herself what kind of messed up state her body and race were in right now.

"It's only been two or three months since evolving, and my hair is already like this. In the future, I probably won't even be able to enjoy the happiness of getting my hair done anymore."

Pansy sighed with some regret.

But her words activated the DNA of a hair stylist.

"Impossible! In the hands of my, Tony Doni, there is no hair that cannot be handled well!"

Feeling challenged, Tony pressed Pansy back into the chair with one hand and then began his operation.

His hands were seen flying about, making Pansy's long hair dance up and down.

In about just one second, he had given Pansy's long hair a completely new styling.

Then he took out the mirror from just now and very thoughtfully placed it in front of the other party.

"A ponytail, the simplest and most direct and effective hairstyle. The most crucial point is that it also perfectly matches the capable temperament of you Banshees. How is it? Is the customer satisfied with this hairstyle?"

"Wow! Don't tell me, it really works."

Shaking her head slightly to look at her neat high ponytail, Pansy exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"I've never tried a high ponytail before. I didn't expect it to actually match surprisingly well."

"I'm very glad that you are satisfied with the new hairstyle. Knowing what hairstyle suits what customer at a glance is the basic skill of a hair stylist."

A humble smile appeared on Tony's face.

This smile wasn't the business kind, but a genuine satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.

"How about I have my clan members go to your hair salon later?"

"Of course, no problem. A ten percent discount for all Banshees."

"Hahaha, then I'll be troubling you, Tony."

"There is no need for the customer to be so polite. Then, let me help you apply some nail polish. I personally recommend black, how about it?"

"Alright."

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"Sigh... It seems everyone is not interested in this so-called finale..."

Looking at the two amusing themselves, muscle-head Nicholas couldn't help but sigh, then spread his hands and complained.

"But it's true. How could members of large organizations like you understand the bitterness of a small organization leader like me? Looking at this finale, I guess I probably won't be able to afford it."

Indeed.

Tony Doni, a member of 【Masquerade Ball】, ran a large hair salon. Sent to participate in the auction this time, he also bought some things, but mostly it was Ancient Blood.

This stuff was a hot seller; everyone wanted to get their hands on it.

After all, it was the key item used to craft Evolution Items.

But this wasn't important.

What was important was that Tony didn't even blink an eye when bidding. No matter who called a price, he would bid one Gold Coin higher. His main strategy was just being wealthy and overbearing.

Although some people bickered with him halfway through, in the end, he still captured about one-third of the Ancient Blood in this auction.

It could be said that he dominated the field.

And the other one who looked like a crazy woman was named Pansy King, a member of an organization called 【Dangerous Party】.

No... that description was a bit wrong.

Thinking of this, Nicholas pinched the bridge of his nose somewhat painfully.

He shouldn't say Pansy King looked like a crazy person.

It should be said that the guys who could join the Dangerous Party were all high-concentration 'dangerous individuals'.

So coming to the auction this time, she mostly bought weapons, all kinds of weapons, as well as hidden weapons, poisons, antidotes, and the like. Who knew what this bunch of guys were going to do next.

Logically speaking, with such dangerous guys, no one should want to stay with them.

But why were there four people in this one room, all from different organizations?

In reality, because there were many private rooms, basically, apart from those deliberately arranged by Diana, these dispensable organization cadres were just a few acquaintances gathering together to form a group.

Of course, calling them acquaintances, some weren't even that familiar with each other.

For example, Tony and Pansy King.

Although it might be a bit awkward at first, this was still better than sitting with people from an opposing organization watching a few hours of the auction.

Because that would very likely lead to a fight, and the kind where they wouldn't stop until one side was dead.

One must know that since transmigrating until now, during the transition process from 'individuals' to 'organizations' and then to 'towns,' 'individuals' had already lost their initial independence.

It could be said that apart from a small number of 'top players,' the rest could only survive by huddling together.

This inevitably caused resource struggles between teams and between organizations.

Karim was very large.

This could be seen from the fact that it could pull over ten billion people to transmigrate at once.

But no matter how large the region was, it was not as large as ambition and desire.

Therefore, these kinds of struggles were often fatal. A few people dying wasn't anything new. Thinking about how to wipe out the opposing side or annex them was the norm among each other.

If they could kill a cadre of an enemy organization at this kind of auction, it would definitely be devastating to any organization.

So, it was still better to sit with people they were slightly familiar with and had no conflict of interest with, so everyone could feel more at ease.