Chapter 12

"Do you like those coins?" Jordan frowned slightly. "You can't really call those antiques, right? If you are a fan of these things, I have quite a few antique items and paintings at home that I can give to you." Madison fixed her gaze on the case of antique coins. She asked the stall owner, who had a navy-colored cap on, "How much are you selling them for?" The owner rested in a rocking chair and fanned himself with a hand fan. He gave off the impression of someone with no materialistic desires, yet his response was the exact opposite. "Five million dollars." Jordan snapped even before Madison could say anything, "That's daylight robbery! How is that worth five million dollars? We're not buying it!" Madison said as soon as he finished, "Pay him." Jordan was rendered speechless by her reply. "Ms. Madison, that…" He pointed at the case of antique coins. "That box of coins is worth five million dollars?" On the other hand, the owner stood up and lowered his hand fan. "I have some top-grade bronze coins in stock. Would you like to see them, miss?" Madison closed the lid of the case and picked it up from the floor. "Yes." Then, she followed the owner into the store behind them. As Jordan watched those two walk away, he could tell this was bad news. Other ladies enjoyed shopping for branded bags or cosmetics. It was Jordan's first time seeing a lady who preferred buying antique coins. After entering the store, Jordan quickly noticed how they were selling unique products in there, such as grave goods, talisman papers, and cinnabar. A red flag with black letters embroidered on it was hung on the wall. The owner took out a dark red wooden case that was placed underneath a closet. He opened the case, revealing the hundreds of bronze coins contained inside. "The price of this case of coins is the same as the one you're carrying. They cost five million dollars." Madison picked up a coin and examined it briefly. "Alright. I'll take them as well." She directed her gaze to Jordan. Jordan paused for a moment before taking a card from his pocket. He held the card out. "I'm paying with this card." The owner chuckled as he adjusted his cap and took the card. Then, he proceeded with the payment transaction efficiently. When it was done, the owner grinned broadly at Madison. "Come to my shop again if you need anything else, miss. I guarantee my products are all authentic, and they are worth every penny you spend." He held out a name card. Madison accepted it. "Alright." Jordan took the case of coins from the owner and shot him a glare. Then, he followed Madison and left the store. Since it was still early during the day, the two of them continued browsing through the streets. As they passed by a stall with the fortune-telling sign, a fortune teller wearing a pair of dark, round glasses stroked his beard. "Young man, I can see dark shadows over your forehead. You might be met with some kind of serious accident within the next three days." Those words halted Jordan in his tracks. He furrowed his brows and looked at the man. The man wore a blue tunic and had a long beard. He seemed like he might be some skilled, mysterious cultivator. "Humph!" Jordan snorted and started moving away. Carl Lesinski, the fortune teller, raised his hand and appeared to be calculating something by moving his fingers. He had a look of horror on his face. "The accident may cause very severe injuries. If you don't do anything to prevent it…" "What will happen to me?" Jordan asked nervously. "You might break a few limbs due to the accident. In extreme cases, you might lose your life." Carl's expression was impenetrable. Jordan was at a loss for what to say. He turned his eyes to Madison and spotted the calm expression on her face. Judging by how she was watching Carl blabber on, he could tell the man was just a swindler. Somehow, he found the situation intriguing. He tried to look anxious. "What do you think I should do, then?" Carl sighed. "The heavens must have led you to me for a reason. They want me to help resolve this crisis of yours." "I must thank you in advance for your help, mister." Carl fell silent. He couldn't believe that was all Jordan had to say and how clueless the young man was.