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When the auction was completely over and everyone gradually dispersed, Mu’en slowly walked out of the private room.
At that moment, the attendant had already been respectfully waiting outside.
“Esteemed guest, this is the item you won at the auction.”
On a silver tray, a gold-inlaid gemstone box radiated a layer of luxurious light. Mu’en casually opened the box, and a pink teardrop gemstone, symbolizing true love, lay quietly on the red lining. Even without light shining on it, it remained dazzling.
“Very good.”
Without checking its authenticity, Mu’en believed the auction house wouldn’t be foolish enough to tamper with items in such a setting, so he casually tucked the gemstone away.
However, just as he was about to pay, the attendant respectfully said, “Guest, as an apology for the previous impolite behavior, this gemstone is our gift to you.”
“Oh? Wasn’t there already a twenty percent discount before?”
“But the guest hasn’t purchased anything other than this gemstone, right?”
The attendant wiped the sweat from his forehead and softly said, “This is our boss’s intention; he would like to be friends with you.”
“Boss?”
Mu’en raised an eyebrow.
He wasn’t too surprised by the auction house’s owner’s actions.
Previously, he had warned the attendant to keep it a secret, so no fourth person would know that he was the big fish the auction house had caught. The so-called three who knew referred to him, the attendant, and the attendant’s boss.
After all, it was the boss’s territory, and it was impossible to keep this a secret.
He just hadn’t expected such a quick reaction.
“Do all of you in the underworld like to make friends so much?”
“The more friends you have, the broader your connections, right? For people like us who dwell in darkness all the time, not having enough connections can lead to pitfalls.”
“True,” Mu’en said, patting the attendant’s shoulder, “Then as the son of Duke Raymond, I will be friends with you. Next time I come, remember to give me a discount.”
“Of course, of course.”
The attendant nodded vigorously, his head bobbing like a chick pecking for grain, but he couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of his mouth, not daring to lift his face.
Son of Duke Raymond?
What a joke!
We just checked our own intelligence channels, and that so-called paragon of nobility had already returned to his territory with Duke Raymond.
If you’re going to lie, at least make it realistic!
Saying you’re the son of Duke Campbell would be more believable!
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At the entrance of the auction house.
A glamorous woman stood at the door, bowing to every guest coming in and out with a bright smile, seemingly tireless.
As Mu’en walked past her, she lowered her head and whispered, “Most of those people just now went west.”
“Thank you.”
Mu’en nodded, not stopping, and quickly left.
But just as he took a step, he suddenly felt something pull at him.
Turning around, the glamorous woman, made up heavily, grasped the corner of his clothing, her eyes filled with doe-like unease, but she gathered her courage to say, “I will leave here and use the money the guest gave me to apply to the Guraine Women’s Academy. I want to become a teacher.”
“Is that so?”
Mu’en smiled, “That’s wonderful. Good luck.”
“Mm.”
Like the sun rising and flowers blooming, all her anxieties and fears melted away. The woman let go of her grip, her eyes shining, and nodded vigorously, “I will! Thank you, guest.”
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Mu’en walked leisurely along the streets of the black market, as if on a stroll, and casually bought a telescope from a roadside stall, said to allow someone to see a beautiful woman bathing clearly from a thousand meters away.
The black market, a place whose existence you could not tell was naturally formed or artificially created, covered a large area, but only spanned a few blocks.
Even if the terrain was complex, escaping from being followed here was nearly impossible.
Therefore, the first thing that Lorenzo planned to do after obtaining the Dragon’s Blood was to leave the black market; the lower district of Bairland was his territory.
And other greedy “wild dogs” wishing to prey upon each other likely thought the same.
After all, fighting was banned in the black market. If a conflict erupted here, it would undoubtedly be slapping the giant behind the black market in the face. Only a fool would choose to do so.
So all Mu’en had to do was determine which passage they left through, then leisurely follow them.
The chance of losing them was very low, as there were only a few passages in the black market, and…
Mu’en’s gaze swept ahead where several furtive figures were trailing behind the people in front, just like him, stealthily advancing.
Wanting to catch the cicada while the yellow sparrow waits behind?
Mu’en couldn’t help but curve a sly smile.
The real yellow sparrow still didn’t know who it was.
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In the lower district, a fully armed group hurriedly navigated through the intricate, sewage-laden alleyways. A homeless man, startled by their commotion, opened his murky eyes and glanced at the group, abruptly awakening from his drowsy state, quickly began digging through the nearby garbage pile to bury himself.
“Damn! Damn! Damn!”
Lorenzo felt the stares behind him, like chewed gum stuck to his body that he couldn’t shake off, and his expression darkened ominously.
He had underestimated the greed of these wild dogs!
Initially, he thought that even if someone really had designs on his Dragon’s Blood, the reputation of the Scarlet Fire Gang would deter many from daring to follow him.
But since just now, he had sensed at least twenty different pairs of eyes watching him from various directions!
And these were just the most foolish; the truly cunning and troublesome characters were likely even further away, waiting to swoop in like a yellow sparrow after the cicada!
“It’s fine, boss. Those wild dogs are just nuisances; they are nothing but scattered forces. As long as they don’t join forces, they’re no threat to us.”
Beside him, a trusted subordinate scanned the surroundings and comforted him, “The likelihood of those greedy guys teaming up is lower than Ms. Seis turning straight!”
“Who is Ms. Seis?”
“She’s the star at the Ael Street brothel who can take on over twenty dockworkers in one night, known as the lake monster by the Guraine River.”
The subordinate smacked his lips, reminiscing, “Her waist twisting is more captivating than a python.”
“Damn it! I told you to stay away from those unwholesome places! I give you so much money just so you can come back with a contagious disease to haunt me?”
Lorenzo slapped his subordinate on the head, exasperated.
“Hey, I have to save the money for my sick sister’s treatment,” the subordinate scratched his head nonchalantly.
“You’ll be dragged down and die by that sick sister of yours sooner or later!”
Lorenzo shot a disdainful glance at his subordinate. But with that remark, the tension he had been holding was indeed eased quite a bit.
Indeed, wild dogs were just wild dogs; as long as they didn’t teamwork, they would never become wolves that threatened him.
As long as he returned to the territory of the Scarlet Fire Gang, no one would dare to snatch anything from him!
Lorenzo could not help but quicken his pace again.
At that moment, a cold wind suddenly blew, as if an invisible hand was waving, disrupting the thickening fog of the night.
He heard sharp whistles ringing out, drifting like ghosts in the dark alley.
