Chapter 229: Boss, Come See

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In the blink of an eye, the messy and boisterous storage unit turned as silent as a snowy night.

The treasure hunters that were talking amongst themselves shut up, their eyes staring widely at the floor that was littered with fragments of porcelain, their faces full of disbelief!

Frank and York were dumbfounded too. This scene happened so suddenly that their minds went blank!

Someone thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him. He desperately rubbed his eyes and mumbled, "No, this can’t be real!"

Hans said in amazement, "Oh my G.o.d. Was York shot with a dose of gamma radiation? Did he turn into the Hulk? What strength!"

His voice rang out, and the heavy and gloomy atmosphere was broken. The treasure hunters cried out:

"How can this be possible? This is just too unlucky!"

"Unbelievable, what just happened?"

"Does York have some grudge with money? York, did you use a sledgehammer to hit that shelf?"

"Alright, whether they’re from "Harry Potter" or from another world, this porcelain is all junk now—they’re worthless!"

The veins were popping out on Frank’s forehead. He gritted his teeth and looked at his partner, saying each word slowly: "You. What. Did. You. Do."

York was stunned. "It wasn’t me, I didn’t use much strength, buddy, I really didn’t! I just lightly tapped the wood—"

Before he finished, Frank’s temper burst again!

He went forward and kicked York’s abdomen, shouting madly, "Screw you, you call that lightly? The f*ck you mean it wasn’t you! D*mn it, I’m gonna kill you!"

After repeatedly and forcefully using the bug’s ability to absorb time, Li Du was quite fatigued. He waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and stop them—that guy’s crazy!"

Treasure hunters ran up together and dragged out the rabid Frank. It was unclear if it was due to the kick or the situation, but York continued sitting on the floor in shock, mumbling, "D*mn it, what’s the h.e.l.l is going on?!"

Frank was still in a frenzy. He spoke as he tried to break free: "F*ck you! This stupid son of a b*tch! I’m screwed badly because of you! Everything’s gone because of you! I’m going to kill you..."

Someone shouted, "This guy has gone crazy—what should we do?"

Hans rushed forward in self-proclaimed bravery. "Grab onto his arm—I’ll try to calm him down!"

The treasure hunters pinned him down. Hans bolstered himself, pulled back his arm, and slapped Frank’s face. Hans gritted his teeth and followed the action with a backhanded slap, shouting, "Calm down! Wake up!"

All the treasure hunters were stunned!

Even our Mr. Li was stunned!

York, instead, reacted. He stood up, and shoved Hans away. "D*mmit, what the h.e.l.l are you doing? Do you have a death wish?"

Hans replied in an apologetic tone, "I just wanted Frank to calm down."

The other treasure hunters were speechless.

After being slapped twice, Frank really did wake up from his frenzied state. He glanced at the floor that was littered with broken shards with a sorrowful look on his face. "No! No! How can this be?"

Hans walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "G.o.d says, ‘If you can’t avoid an accident, you should enjoy it.’"

Li Du pulled him back and said, "Have you also gone crazy? What the h.e.l.l are you talking about?"

Hans snickered and said in a soft voice, "Yeah, buddy, I’m crazy too—I’m so happy that I’m going crazy!"

The treasure hunters stared at each other, unable to make sense of the situation.

At that moment, the owner of the drone carefully spoke, "Hey fella, can I go and get my drone? Thanks for your generosity."

Frank glared at him, full of murderous intent, and then went in to take out the drone that was stuck in the shelves.

The owner of the drone showed a delighted smile, but a second later, that smile disappeared.

After grabbing the drone, he smashed it onto the floor, and with two stomps, the drone broke into dozens of pieces!

As he stomped on the machine heavily, he roared in rage, "F*cking drone! F*cking generosity! All of you get the f*ck out!"

The owner of the drone cried out in despair, and then said angrily, "Frank, you d*mn lunatic!"

Li Du shook his head and said, "Let’s leave quickly, there are too many lunatics here."

Then, York’s phone rang.

With a numb expression, he took out his phone and said lifelessly, "h.e.l.lo, Jim York here Who is this?"

York muttered some things to the unknown person and hung up. He looked at Frank and said, "Buddy, it’s from the actress. She said she’s here, and wants to look at the motorcycles."

Frank was frustrated. "Screw that actress—tell that b*tch there’s no motorcycle! Tell her to get the h.e.l.l out!"

"What actress? What motorcycles?" one of the treasure hunters asked.

York was still in a confused state, so he answered without thinking, "Frances McDormand—she loves collecting motorcycles, especially famous ones. We thought that the motorcycles we got were from ‘The Terminator,’ so we called her—"

Frank said angrily, "What are you telling them so much for? Tell that woman to go f*ck off! F*ck off!"

"She’s already at the entrance," York said helplessly. "She said that she hopes she hasn’t been played, and wants the motorcycles that we promised."

When he finished his sentence, a large silhouette appeared behind the crowd. G.o.dzilla said, "Boss, I’ve found a motorcycle—you need to come look."

Li Du smiled and said, "What motorcycle? G.o.dzilla, don’t add fuel to the fire. If you agitate Mr. Frank like that, his temper is gonna burst again."

"No, boss, it’s a motorcycle from ‘Batman!’"

Li Du looked surprised. "What did you say? Are you kidding?"

"No, it’s real, boss. I’ve found the motorcycle from Batman!" G.o.dzilla repeated.

His words made the atmosphere heat up again. The treasure hunters cried out: "What the h.e.l.l is happening? This time it’s a motorcycle from ‘Batman?’"

"They’re just trying to provoke Frank—that has to be it."

"D*mmit, that’s impossible. Warner Bros. wouldn’t have left the Batpod here!"

"I bet this is all just a ploy from the guys from Flagstaff. They’re intentionally trying to provoke Frank."

Whether it was true or not, all they had to do was to go and see it with their own eyes. Unit 11 was just a short distance away. With G.o.dzilla leading the way, they quickly reached the entrance of the storage.

The messy unit was more or less cleared up, with all sorts of things neatly arranged near the entrance or in the back of the truck.

Near the door, a gallantly modified motorcycle was lying horizontally on the floor.

It had a black, artistically shaped body, with large front tires like a road roller. There were two Gatling guns fitted at the front, and at the rear tires were two Vulcans protruding out!

Right at the front of the motorcycle was a logo of a black bat, with its wings outstretched, appearing to soar in the air.