Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage-Chapter 309 - : This Woman Is Worth It, I Sold Her!

"No returns! I won’t take her back even if you kill me!" Orson turned into a monster, shouting loudly.

Seeing him so bold and unashamed, the rich kid thought, "This guy is selling such a beautiful girl without hesitation." He immediately added Orson as a friend, saying that next time they should hang out together.

"My Orson-kun sold me?" Naoko stared blankly at the scene, watching the two of them completing the transaction right in front of her eyes. Her world tilted for a moment.

Orson smugly put his phone back into his pocket, taking long strides toward the hotel entrance.

Naoko’s face turned pale as she watched the rich kid grin at her, and she finally panicked.

In an unfamiliar place, about to be tricked by a perverted stranger, she was truly frightened.

"I don’t want anything, just let me stay with you. I’ll never tease you again."

Naoko spoke quickly this time, shaking Orson’s arm wildly, looking like she feared being abandoned.

"What the hell!"

"My god!"

At that moment, Madman and Bradley, dressed up in smart suits, walked out of the hotel and saw the explosive scene unfold.

"Boss, are you even human? You’re sneaking around picking up girls behind our backs… Heh, this girl is gorgeous!" Madman shouted, his mood clearly affected. Why should Orson get to spend time picking up girls when they were all stuck playing games together? It was unfair!

"Wait, this person looks familiar... Naoko?!" Bradley froze in place, staring at Naoko in shock. She didn’t look exactly like her Infinite Dimensions avatar, but there were unmistakable traces of similarity.

"Hey, what are you running for? Your man just sold you to me, so stick to the deal!" The rich kid chased after Naoko and grabbed her hand.

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Orson swayed to avoid Naoko’s attempt to scratch him and smoothly handed her off to the rich kid.

"You want to fight me? You’re still too young," Orson smirked, finally revealing a little of the satisfaction from his long-awaited revenge.

"What’s going on? What does all this mean?" Madman was flustered.

"A love triangle now? Girl, are you blind? He’s not as handsome as me!" Madman bared his teeth, adjusting his black suit and tie in a showy, pretentious manner.

"Is Orson in trouble? Is this guy harassing her?" Bradley raised an eyebrow, looking at the rich kid, whose legs were thinner than his arms.

He walked over, intending to step in and help, thinking Orson’s girl was being cornered by the guy.

"It’s nothing. Let’s go. We’ve got real business to handle," Orson waved his hand and strode off, ignoring the scene.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the air, and Orson frowned, turning back to look.

The rich kid was clutching his groin, bent over in pain, his body curled up like a ball.

"Yameteh! Yameteh!" Naoko screamed, swinging her bag and relentlessly hitting the guy.

Orson and the others stood frozen, mouths agape. Madman shook his head, "This girl... she really packs a punch!"

Naoko continued to yell and swing her bag, kicking at the guy’s head. Although it was clear she was giving him a beating, her cries made it sound like she was the one suffering greatly.

"Ugh... Orson, why is she focusing on such low blows? If we don’t stop her soon, something bad might happen." Bradley was at a loss for how to handle it.

Orson couldn’t help but smile helplessly. When this crazy woman went all out, you couldn’t even call her a delicate lady anymore. Her defense kicks were so sharp that even he started to sweat a little.

As he was about to step forward to stop Naoko, the rich kid shouted, "Damn it, you little punks tricked me, huh? My brother is Usher!"

Finally, Naoko was pulled away, but the rich kid was catching his breath and raising his finger at Orson in anger.

The three exchanged glances, Bradley sneering. He crouched down and stared at the rich kid, "Usher is your brother?"

"He’ll be here soon. You’ll regret messing with me!" The rich kid smirked, holding his groin in pain.

"Usher’s coming? Really?" Orson raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t concerned in the slightest.

Just then, the sound of roaring engines filled the air. A convoy of high-end luxury cars turned the corner.

The crowd began snapping pictures as several million-dollar supercars rolled by, with a black Bentley at the front. The impressive lineup made the street feel like a red carpet event.

A middle-aged man with a full beard stepped out of one of the cars, and the rich kid immediately rushed toward him.

"I’ve been attacked!" he shouted. "Help! These four are beating me up!"

Orson, Bradley, and Madman looked completely confused. This guy was blaming them for what Naoko did. How was that their fault?

A handsome man with an imposing presence stepped out of another car. He was tall and graceful, like a natural-born protagonist who could steal the spotlight wherever he went.

Usher took a glance around the hotel, then his eyes landed directly on Orson.

Skyslasher, who was with him, frowned, "What’s all the noise about? Didn’t I tell you not to follow me?"

"Heh, another guy trying to steal someone’s girlfriend and getting beaten up..." Ivy chuckled, walking up beside Skyslasher.

Her gaze then casually swept over to Orson, and her expression froze. She and Skyslasher instinctively took two steps back, almost as if they were facing a terrifying monster. Continue your adventure with novelbuddy

"Your cousin?" Orson smiled at Usher, teasing, "He wants to send someone to teach us a lesson. Are you going to handle it?"

Usher gave Orson a brief look, took a deep breath, and said calmly, "Distant cousin. Not very close."

The rich kid was in complete shock. That was a double blow!

"Orgod, stop wasting time. Hand over my things," Usher said, his tone cold.

"As long as the price is right, there’s nothing that can’t be discussed," Orson said, offering a polite gesture, as if inviting Usher to negotiate.

"You’re that Orgod?!" The rich kid stared at Orson in disbelief.

"What, do you have a problem with me?" Orson replied, pushing Naoko back toward him.

"Yameteh!" Naoko yelled, her eyes wide as she raised her bag to strike again. The rich kid quickly ducked into one of the luxury cars.

"Time’s running out. Let’s wrap this up. There’s still a lot to do in the game," Orson said, turning to leave.

As they walked away, more luxury cars rolled into the hotel parking lot. Players from around the world, including some very wealthy individuals, were arriving, making a huge splash on social media.

At the auction site.

Naoko, still shaken from the earlier encounter, now clung to Orson’s arm like an octopus. No matter how much he tried to shake her off, she wouldn’t let go, and Orson was thoroughly annoyed.

"Late as usual? Only you would pull something like this," a familiar cold voice came from behind. Orson turned around and smiled teasingly, "Thanks for coming."

"I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for K.D."

Blank’s face turned pale at his response. She really wanted to take a knife to him, but thinking back to how Orson had acted at the manor, she reluctantly swallowed her anger.

Blank had been sent by K.D. to handle security for the auction. She wore a tight dress that showed off her long, slender legs, her model-like proportions causing Madman to drool.

Now, Orson was Radiant Shuttle’s most valuable asset. The Ten Overlords of the US treated him with the utmost respect, because this man was extraordinary.

"Who is she?" Blank furrowed her brows, eyeing Naoko, who was looking pitiful.

Blank thought to herself, This woman must be blind. How can she hang out with such a loser?

Naoko thought to herself, She’s so beautiful. Why does her legs look so long? Damn! Is she... a rival?