"Yeah?"
Kaxiu laughed awkwardly and wiped his chin. It was not appropriate to continue this topic, it would be better to watch the auction.
It is now around 1:30 in the afternoon. A pale golden light shines through the high windows onto the countertop, and the marble floor is somewhat reflective.
There was a scent of women's perfume lingering in the air.
There were not too few people attending the auction, and they were all dressed in suits and looked very pretty. Some of the wealthy ones were leaning on canes, hugging their beautiful female companions, and squinting their eyes.
It seems that some of the collections are destined to be acquired.
Before the auction officially begins.
Waiters in black and white vests walked slowly and gracefully in the aisles. Each of them was a selected young man with an upright posture and handsome face. Some of them held trays with drinks on them steadily, with a white cloth on their wrists.
Some of them held a disk of manuals and put them down with a smile at every occupied seat. Their expressions and demeanor were impeccable.
Kaxiu ordered a cup of black tea and picked up the manual that everyone had and started reading it. It seemed to be freshly printed paper with a smell of ink and pictures attached.
Below the picture is the antique number information and reserve price.
He flipped through the pages casually and soon found those unknown antiques related to ancient ruins. His finger stopped, and on the page he stopped was a cross sword. His eyes paused for a moment, and the page turned again. The next page was a picture of the Kupan Box.
Kaxiu closed the booklet and saw Feng Liusi next to him resting with his eyes closed, probably still trying to adapt to controlling the strength in his body.
Turning to look at the platform, the auction has officially begun.
Antiques were continuously moved from the backstage to the front stage, starting from the serial number one. Professional auctioneers introduced the detailed background of the antiques, and then invited customers who were interested in the antiques to bid.
Kaxiu folded his arms across his chest, not paying any attention to the bidding going on in the seats nearby. Until half an hour later.
"The next collectible to be auctioned is a cross sword. The exact age is unknown, but it is certain that it is quite old. The overall length is 1.19 meters, and the blade is sharp. This cross sword came from an elderly collector in Mingshan City who entrusted it to the auction, and the reserve price is 10,000 federal coins." The auctioneer said slowly.
"If you are interested, you can start now..."
Immediately, some sword lovers on the circular seats began to bid, but the increase was not high each time.
"Ten thousand." "Eleven thousand." "Thirteen thousand." "… "
In a remote corner, Kaxiu didn't pay attention to the sounds around him, but the words of the auctioneer just now echoed in his mind: "It comes from an elderly collector in Mingshan City..."
Mingshan City.
He has been to this place.
Mingshan Mirror Lake.
Alfama Mountains.
There, Kaxiu met his direct blood clan and entered a ruin deep in the mountains, where he accidentally got the Wisdom Rune. Could it be that the ruins were really related to the Nandou Secret
He had some suspicions when he saw the murals on the first day of the antique exhibition, and now the emergence of certain evidence seems to have made it more certain. However, this information is not enough for the time being.
Kaxiu waited patiently, and soon the spiral eye sword was taken by a middle-aged man in a suit.
Neither a secret martial arts practitioner nor a dark creature.
Looks like just an ordinary guy.
I'm afraid I'm going to be in trouble later.
However, it is not ruled out that it might be an ordinary person controlled by the Blood Spirit Society organization, who is manipulating him like a shadow puppet.
Time passes by every second.
Soon, the Kupan Box appeared in the auction list.
"Twenty thousand."
A brown-haired young man in a gray suit was the first to bid. He placed the finished drink on the table in front of him.
"Thirty thousand."
An elegant gentleman spoke near where Kaxiu was sitting. Otherwise, his voice fell.
Many people expressed interest again.
The price of the Kupan Box quickly rose to the level of one hundred thousand.
The purchasing power of federal currency is still amazing in this era.
A minute later, the bidding continued.
The price of the magic box has reached 300,000, and the number of competitors has dropped from two digits to five. Kaxiu glanced at these people, wondering who was behind them.
final.
The price of the magic box was raised to 700,000, and it was bought by an old man with a goatee. On the high platform, the auctioneer knocked down the hammer.
"Seven hundred thousand! Congratulations to Mr. No. 9..."
Boom boom boom!
!
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion in the venue. Bright yellow flames expanded, and heat waves swept over. The glass on the window shook and shattered all over the floor as expected.
“Ahh…” “Run!” “Terrorist attack!
!”
Screams were heard all of a sudden in the venue. The upper-class people who were dressed in suits and leather shoes, moving calmly and elegantly all looked panicked. Some left their female companions behind without hesitation and fled alone, while others cowered in fear with their legs trembling.
When faced with life-threatening situations, one's true nature is revealed.
whoosh!
Outside the wall with a hole blown open, a rocket whizzed in and exploded with a bang, blasting a large hole in the marble floor, sending flames and debris flying.
"Who did it?! You can't help it?"
Kaxiu put one hand in front of his chest, grabbed a piece of broken metal that was flying towards him, and said with a gloomy expression.
This situation was beyond his plan. He expected that the Zhongmen Organization and the Blood Spirit would wait until the auction was over before taking action. As the organizer, the Cloud Dog Fist was also a force that could not be ignored. Whoever took action first on their territory would be targeted.
Other secret watchers can reap the benefits.
But, this is the situation now.
There are really some young and naive people who just go for it.
"The sect organization, the Blood Spirit Society, is very courageous."
On the other side, in the same remote corner, a black peacock wearing a black wide-brimmed hat stood up suddenly, his eyes sharp and deep.
"What's the meaning!"
He subconsciously turned his head and looked not far away, where there was also a scarlet gaze looking at him. The two exchanged glances.
They all seem to be saying: "It wasn't me..."
At the same time, outside the circular plaza, in the shadows.
The Gate Organization and the Blood Spirit Society, who had been waiting since morning, heard the explosion coming from inside.
"Ahem, what's going on?"
In the darkness, a man with three knives on his waist asked with a flushed face, coughing and frowning.
"Unplanned circumstances arose."
Beside him, the listless General Zi, who had been keeping his eyelids drooped, suddenly opened his eyes: "Plans can never keep up with changes..."
"Just do it!"
"Let's do it!" Dao Gui frowned slightly and agreed.
Suddenly, figures flashed through the narrow and quiet alley nearby, and the sound of hurried footsteps gradually spread.
Tulip Antique Exhibition, in the conference hall.
A man in a black tuxedo walked out from the remote shadows. He was thin and slender, with skin as pale as a dead person. He wore a hat on his head, and the hair hanging down from his forehead was red, very much like the color of blood.
"Lian..."
The black peacock lenses of his glasses reflected light slightly. He looked at this temporary collaborator and said, "Someone got there before us..."
Lian walked over slowly, her voice was cold and seemed to have no warmth at all, and she said, "So, I'm going to take action too."
As he stepped on the hard ground, a large amount of sticky liquid like blood suddenly flowed out of his trouser leg.
Wrapping his feet, it then snaked upwards like a vine, calves, thighs, torso, and hands.
Even the last head.
In an instant, Lian turned into a blood-red weird man. He took another step forward, and more blood gushed out of his body, madly secreting on his body surface. This liquid with a special sweet and greasy fragrance accumulated more and more, like armor, accumulating layer by layer, making this slender body swell up.
It will only take three or two breaths.
He turned into a blood-armored man with a height of two and a half meters.
The surface was painted like rubber, and blood vessels were exposed at the joints, as thick as a thumb. The edge of the shoulder had a hideous outline, with shark-like jagged spikes inexplicably.
He is determined to get Kupan's Box!
!
Peng!
The marble floor suddenly collapsed, forming a spider web-like crack. The blood-armored man transformed by the Blood Spirit Association's president Lian disappeared from the spot, leaping from top to bottom. The terrifying acceleration turned into a red afterimage, like a cannonball.
He rushed forward violently, and a sound like a sonic boom was heard in the air flow in the room. Lian grabbed the Kupan Magic Box on the high platform.
The process was unimaginably easy.
The attacker who rushed in from the hole in the wall was still on the way when the security personnel near the platform were knocked away one by one.
How could I get the Kupan Magic Box in such a mess
Before everyone could react.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The entire platform exploded violently, as if there were a lot of high explosives buried underneath. Groups of terrifying orange-red flames expanded and exploded, carrying a strong smell of gunpowder and extremely high temperatures.
The flames overlapped and formed a mushroom-like shape, almost engulfing half of the meeting hall in an instant.
The Blood Armor Man was naturally swallowed up completely and disappeared instantly. This seemed to be a premeditated trap!
"Hahaha, they're finally motivated! The Blood Spirit Society!"
Suddenly, two sturdy figures rushed in from the hole that occupied most of the wall, with a very strong aura. The one in front was an old man with white hair and a ruddy face, wearing a white training suit. The one behind was a strong man with gray hair, and his two bronze arms were as muscular as cement piles.
The so-called terrorists who had just attacked the conference hall with rockets stopped what they were doing and stood respectfully by.
That’s right, this was a self-directed and self-acted show.
It was the Cloud Dog Fist Sect Master Tom who personally made the decision, even if it meant destroying half of the exhibition hall and damaging the reputation of the Tulip Antique Exhibition. Secret martial arts practitioners were fighting for that pride.
They deliberately set a trap and conducted a fishing expedition, quietly waiting for the forces that had other ideas about this tulip antique exhibition to take the bait. What the two hoped most was that the Blood Spirit would lose his patience.
The reality is, it is true.
The white-haired old man Oro looked at the blazing fire, his face a little hot from the heat. He turned his head and looked at the circular seats, where about one-fifth of the guests were still there. Some of them were so scared that they almost peed. Others were inexplicably calm, as if they were ready to make a move, and were not scared at all by the noise.
"Master, there must be remnants of the Blood Spirit Society hiding among these people. Why don't we keep them all and interrogate them one by one?"
The white-haired old man said coldly, "The Cloud Dog Fist is not afraid of the so-called upper class people in the city. Besides, they are just investigating, not kidnapping or killing people."
"Well, catch all those who are different from ordinary people in the crowd. Don't let any of them go. They must be tortured thoroughly." The gray-haired man's eyes moved around. He didn't know when a box appeared in his hand. It looked like gold but not gold, and like wood but not wood.
It turned out to be Kupan's Box!
"This thing is probably quite precious and very useful..."
"Those who want to own this box must know its purpose." Cloud Dog Fist Sect Master Thom squeezed it slightly, seemingly effortlessly, but in fact, he used tremendous strength. Even a box made of ordinary steel would be twisted and deformed by his fingers.
However, Kupan's magic box did not react at all. The sun shone from behind, and the surface of the magic box flashed with a purple light.
There is an inexplicable sense of magical and strange temptation and attraction.
"Seal off the entire place! Don't let anyone out!"
Oro shouted loudly, and immediately a large number of Cloud Dog Fist disciples rushed out from all directions. Together with the security personnel, they surrounded the entire Tulip Antique Exhibition Hall from front to back, from left to right. In addition, there were many people outside the circular square.
The underlying power of the Cloud Dog Fist is incredibly strong.
There were seven or eight boxers who showed up, all of them had a strong aura, and there were also many gunners who carried heavy firepower.
They surrounded the building like making dumplings.
"A bunch of rats hiding in the dark corners were finally caught in one go!" Oro had a look of anger on his face, as if he had been suppressing it for a long time, and was going to do it himself. Behind him, a group of Cloud Dog Fist disciples carrying guns followed him, giving him a sense of oppression.
Before they could act, footsteps suddenly sounded from the burning platform. Oro realized something, looked over in disbelief, and clenched his fists almost subconsciously.
A figure slowly walked out from the bright yellow flames.
It was completely charred and no longer looked human. Its surface was full of holes and holes from the explosion, and the grease was crackling.
But this monster just wouldn't die. It seemed that it was holding a bottle of broken potion in its claws, and glass fell to the ground through its fingers.
“Hahaha… I knew you wouldn’t be blown to death that easily!” A black figure appeared in the distance like a bat.
Black Peacock appeared near the platform at some point. He exuded a dangerous aura and his eyes were fixed on a remote corner.
"What? Are you too scared to show up?"
"Don't be ridiculous. You should be the one who is afraid..."
Three powerful figures stood out from the crowd, their aura surging, giving people the illusion of a tsunami.
At the same time, there were sounds of fighting outside the antique exhibition hall.
The two rushing figures were extremely conspicuous, like the hottest and brightest candles in the darkness, with murderous intent boiling over.
Shining!
A bright and dazzling blade light whizzed through the air.
While chopping several people in its path, it also slashed through the wall and plowed an exaggerated mark on the marble floor of the meeting hall.
Oro glanced at the terrifying blade light that passed by him, and then at the five powerful auras rising in the meeting hall. He silently retreated to the side of the sect leader Tom and whispered.
"Master, how about we retreat first?"
"Things seem to be going a little bit off plan..."