Although the white man had wasted some time, Joe Di still managed to reattach his wrist. This was not only due to his superb medical skills, but also the significant effect of his own homemade medicinal powders.
Seeing that Joe Di could even reattach a hand that had been severed for quite a while, and that he had performed two consecutive surgeries in just half an hour, everyone present believed that Joe Di's medical skills might truly be the best on Earth.
"Senior, I am from Southeast Asia, and I have a mercenary group there. If you ever need my help, I will give it my all." After Joe Di finished reattaching the white man's wrist, Tyson Tai stood up and cupped his fists respectfully.
"Cut the nonsense. Where's your registration fee?" Joe Di understood exactly what he meant. Although his tone was polite and his attitude respectful, this guy was clearly reminding him that he had a mercenary force, warning Joe not to push too hard.
Joe Di couldn't care less whether the other party had a mercenary group. Back in Ji Nation, the Di family controlled most of the country's military. So what if he had a mercenary force? Was he really going to bring them here to surround Joe Di?
"Yes, I have one hundred million Huaxia coins here..."
Before Tyson Tai could finish, Joe Di interrupted him and turned to ask the white man whose hand he had just reattached, "What kind of business does Tyson Tai do?"
The white man, whose wrist Joe Di had once severed, didn't dare hesitate in front of him. Now that Joe Di was asking about Tyson Tai, he hurriedly stood up and said, "Tyson Tai deals in guns, drugs, and also traffics people in Southeast Asia. He now helps small countries suppress rebellions... His nickname is General Tai..."
Joe Di nodded and said to Tyson Tai, "Step forward."
Tyson Tai felt uneasy, but not knowing what else to do, he could only follow Joe Di's instructions and step forward.
As soon as Tyson Tai stepped forward, Joe Di immediately hurled a fireball at him. He had already warned that skinny fellow earlier, and not only was Tyson Tai still stingy with his money, he even dared to threaten Joe. Keeping someone like that around would be absurd.
Joe Di only knew how to cast fireballs; he couldn't block out sound or anything like that.
The fireball landed on Tyson Tai, and a shrill scream echoed as he was engulfed in flames. Even though he wanted to beg for mercy and offer a higher registration fee, he couldn't utter a single word.
In just a short moment, Tyson Tai was reduced to a pile of blackened remains, and the air was filled with a strange odor.
Tyson Tai didn't even have time to explain before Joe Di burned him to ashes. The other big shots finally realized that the man before them was not only a healer, but also a killing god.
The skinny man whose wrist had been severed by Joe Di earlier felt incredibly relieved. He knew that the reason Joe spared him but killed Tyson Tai was because he hadn't threatened Joe. Tyson Tai, used to running rampant at the borders, actually dared to threaten this killing god.
"Senior, I have four hundred million Union Credits here and hope to register with you." Before Joe Di could speak again, someone stood up to register.
Things became much easier after that. In no time, nearly everyone paid their Union Credits to register with Joe Di. Some even thanked him for being fair—at least he didn't make them pool their money together, which for people at their level would mean billions, and he didn't waste any time.
"Senior, my money isn't in the Starlight Bank. Although I still have two hundred million Union Credits, I can't transfer it to you all at once..." A sturdy man stood up and said, his voice steady but the sweat on his forehead showed just how anxious he was.
The man before them was definitely not someone easy to deal with. If he got upset, he could just throw a fireball at you.
Before Joe Di could respond, a long-haired man beside him spoke up, "Senior, nowadays, for cross-border transfers of over a hundred million Union Credits, only Starlight Bank offers instant transactions. Starlight Bank was established by the Earth Federation after Celestia appeared, mainly for the convenience of Celestia auction transfers, and it's not restricted by national policies. However, opening an account at Starlight Bank is quite difficult—Yin Hu really doesn't have one. Also, transferring money out of Starlight Bank is easy, but transferring in requires approval. Only at Celestia's treasure auctions are transfers exempt from any review."
"In that case, take down my bank card number. After we leave here, find a way to transfer the money." Joe Di didn't mind the matter and simply waved his hand, signaling the man to step back.
The man Joe Di spared instinctively wiped the sweat from his forehead, then quickly remembered to jot down the bank card number Joe Di gave him.
Nearly twenty people registered, and his bank card now held seven to eight billion Union Credits. The largest single transfer was seven hundred million—clearly someone who valued their life, afraid Joe Di might send them to join Tyson Tai if he got upset.
Seven to eight billion Union Credits was an astronomical sum. Joe Di knew that for the auction, it might not be much.
His gaze landed on the woman who had notified Quentin Jia, "You haven't paid yet."
"I don't have any money, I'm just a secretary..." The woman stood up in panic, her legs trembling.
She knew that Quentin Jia had done countless bad things behind the scenes and had taken many lives. But knowing was one thing—she'd never witnessed it herself. Just now, she had seen Joe Di's methods firsthand. If she couldn't pay, this man might do to her what he did to Tyson Tai.
"No money, then you'll end up like Tyson Tai." Joe Di said calmly.
He didn't actually intend to kill the woman. Having been a young master himself, he knew that people like Quentin Jia never handled money matters personally.
This woman was able to come here and deliver a message for Quentin Jia, which meant she was definitely a trusted aide and must know how Quentin Jia handled his accounts.
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"I know the passwords for Quentin Jia's two Starlight Bank accounts, but I don't know how much money is in them..." the woman said, trembling.
She really was the one who usually helped Quentin Jia with transfers, but she had no idea how much money was in his accounts.
"Transfer all of Quentin Jia's money to my card," Joe Di said, completely unconcerned.
Quentin Jia's secretary carefully removed his watch and placed it in front of her, then began entering the account details for the transfer. Soon, the watch received several notifications, and Joe Di could clearly see they were instant transfer codes.
In just a few minutes, the woman stopped and respectfully said to Joe Di, "A total of two point eight billion Union Credits, all transferred to you."
Hearing there was as much as two point eight billion, Joe Di was overjoyed and said with great satisfaction, "Well done. Your life is safe now."
Afterward, Joe Di swept his gaze over the crowd and said sternly, "I hope you all help keep her alive and assist her in taking over Quentin Jia's business. If anything happens to her, I'll come looking for you."
Letting her take over Quentin Jia's business was just a pretense; keeping her alive was the real goal. With Quentin Jia dead, plenty of people would fight over his turf, and in the chaos, his personal secretary would naturally be a prime target.
Hearing Joe Di's threat, everyone quickly stood up to agree. No one dared to object at this moment; all they wanted was for this ordeal to end so they could leave as soon as possible. As for Quentin Jia's proposal to establish a power base on Celestia, whoever wanted to go could go.
Just one Joe Di was terrifying enough; who knew how many people on Celestia were even stronger than him? Would they go there just to die? As far as they were concerned, Quentin Jia's death was well-deserved, and they were even relieved he was gone.
If Quentin Jia hadn't died, perhaps they would have met their end on Celestia someday.
Joe Di drew out the Zanna Dagger and began chopping repeatedly at a long knife that had lost its blade. Soon, the long knife was split into twenty pieces.
Joe Di pointed at the pile of broken knife pieces and said, "Everyone, take a token according to your registration fee. Those who paid more take a bigger piece, those who paid less take a smaller one. In the future, if you can find me, you can use your piece to ask for a treatment from me."
At this point, everyone just wanted to leave. Hearing Joe Di's words, they each hurried to take a piece of the knife and quickly left the conference room.
As for seeking Joe Di for treatment, none of them were thinking about that right now.
(Yesterday my neck pain was unbearable, and I couldn't write a single word. I thought I'd have to miss an update today. But after a night's sleep, most of my energy returned, and the pain is now tolerable. The Great Dream Sect Record really is a powerful Dao cultivation technique.)