INFINITE MONEY - I Will Buy Everything

"Wha- What?" Charles asked dumbfounded.

"Yeaaah… I really didn't understand all that you said back their about your treasure and manhood… can you maybe say that again?" Pan said without a hint of shame on his face.

Charles looked at him with wide eyes and mouth and didn't know what to do.

What happened back then wasn't his fault?

Pan didn't intentionally try to cut of his future generation?

Did he accused him without him knowing about it?

If all of that is true, then… why did Pan admit to it before?

Charles was about to ask him but the low amount of blood inside of him stopped him as he fell over the floor and went unconscious.

"Well that does it then." The announcer said as he saw Charles fully unconscious but breath still steady even with all of those cuts.

"The winner of the Kings Tournament is PAN HUILING" He pointed towards Pan as fireworks flew up the tournament floor and bloomed surrounding the whole stadium.

People looked mesmerized at the different colors of bombs and fireworks being exploded as they did special effects like turning into a fighter that clashed with other fighters or turning into a large yellow dragon as it blew fire into the sky.

William looked at the sky filled with colors and smiled slightly while nodding to himself, "The fireworks at the arena are great but… it pales in comparison to mine when I opened the casino."

Both Adam and Emily nodded beside him and both had the same thought to their heads but none spoke about it.

'Of course, it would. You used real rockets instead of fireworks that didn't cost so much.'

"But we should also keep in consideration fireworks like this as well... we shouldn't keep using rockets… there might be an accident one day." Emily said with a wry smile.

'Hmm… what she says make sense… there might be an accident or something worse if I were to just keep using rockets and other lethal firework.'

'Guess I have to change the method to traditional fireworks… even if it means it won't be as cool as the real ones.' William nodded to her as he listened to the announcer's words.

Right now in the stage there were three people being shown with the announcer. Those three were none other than the last three to survive up to the tournament and get the winning places.

The announcer started with the third one, "Coming up to the third place, its Mr. "MOB" who will now get a whopping one million dollar as his prize." He said and moved the flying microphone to his face, "Any words for the crowd?"

"… NO"

"…"

"…"

"… Alright then on to the next one." The announcer said and moved away from the very dissatisfied "MOB" as he leaned in to Charles.

Charles was at the moment covered in bandages in many section of his body and fortunately none were on his face and his 'Small' package. Even though losing to Pan's schemes, Charles wasn't the least bit angry at him and smiled as the microphone leaned to his face.

"I am glad to say that this has been one of the best fights I have fought in my life. None only did I fight someone strong but it was the famed prodigy from the WaterBend sect, so even though I lost I don't feel like I have lost." He said all those with a smile as the women all around the stadium cheered him.

The announcer on the other hand was shocked seeing Charles being so merry. He didn't think he would still be smiling like that when he was so obviously tricked by Pan and lost.

"It feels good to see that someone is actually grateful for such an opportunity." The announcer said as his last words triggered a nasty snarl from the third place "MOB" which he gave a disguised smile.

"I don't want to sound grim but how do you feel about Mr. Huiling using such a trick against you that ultimately made you lose to him."

"Hmm…" Charles had a thoughtful look on him and for a moment the announcer was able to see a scowl forming on it to be quickly concealed.

"It definitely doesn't feel good to be tricked like that and nobody likes to lose like that as well but… I feel that there is a lesson to be learned here."

"There is?" The announcer asked confused.

"Yes." Charles nodded, "As you have seen that at the start of the fight I was the one who was at an advantage and that it was certain that I was going to win."

The announcer was in agreement with his words but not at the 'Certain' part.

"I was clearly much stronger and better than Pan here… No offence. Pan did the most likely thing possible to grant him a victory and that was to use tricks to win the tournament and that did win him the first place."

"So as you can see the lesson here is clearly that if you were to fight someone obviously very strong and better than you, then the only way to win is to use tricks." Charles said and finished his words.

The announcer was clearly gob smacked by such a response. To the children and inept mind, it would seem like he was giving a life lesson but in reality those who could see, saw Charles giving a clear insult to Pan and that too on live television as with an innocent smile.

The announcer didn't know whether to call Charles a Crafty guy or a genius for his concealed words and looked to see Pan's expression. But the only thing he got was an expressionless face that didn't give a shit to Charles words.

"Wo- wow!... you are quite optimistic, Mr. Deloun."

"Well, I have to be. There are many women and young children who see me as an inspirational figure."

'Inspiration figure my ass. If someone actually grows up to be like you then they might as well change their last name to Pompous.'

...…

The announcer than continued ask questions like 'What you will do with the 10 Million?' and other ones before moving on to the main point of the tournament Pan.

But instead of getting an interesting scoop the only thing he got were a bored face and bland answers. Even the idea of getting 50 Million dollars wasn't captivating to the guy. The only thing that interested him was the invitation to the royal family that seemed to spark something inside him.

Before long the talks ended and people started to get out of their seats as the tournament finally came to an end.

William and his entourage too walked inside a hallway specially crafted for special guests to use to get of said stage without going through the large crowd.

"Mr. Trust."

William heard a sweet and melodic voice call out to him as he turned back and gave a genuine smile to the beauty.

"Ms. Kat, How many times have I told you not to call me by my surname. Just call me William."

"It feels distant when someone as beautiful as you call me like that."