Chapter 18 The Pull of "Starlight" and the Call of "Eternal Daylight"

——He never believed in fate, but tonight, fate pushed him towards her.

Mo Xiaohan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the cloakroom, slowly adjusting his cufflinks.

He was supposed to attend a dinner for an arms dealer tonight, and he had already chosen his suit—a dark-patterned black velvet that made him look tall and dangerous.

But just as he was about to go out, his eyes unconsciously fell on the ring on his left ring finger. The ring was more shiny than before, and the "starlight" was clearly visible.

He frowned, and for some reason, an indescribable irritation surged in his chest.

He stared at the ring for a long time, so long that Artest cautiously reminded him outside the door: "Boss, the car is ready."

Mo Xiaohan suddenly said, "Go to 'Dark Night'."

“…What?” A Tai, who was waiting outside the door, was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

"Now!" Mo Xiaohan's voice was low and cold, leaving no room for doubt.

The black Maybach passed through the neon-lit streets of Bangkok, and the light and shadow outside the window flickered on Mo Xiaohan's sharp outline.

He never set foot in an auction house. Those dirty deals and twisted desires were always handled by his men. But today, he didn't know why he had to go.

Perhaps it was because he had worn the ring for too long, causing the base of his finger to feel faintly warm. Perhaps it was because the darkness of tonight was too dark, weighing down his mind and making him feel uneasy.

Or maybe...

There was something pulling him in from nowhere.

The car drove into the underground passage and stopped in front of the gate. When the guards saw the license plate number, they immediately straightened their backs and dared not breathe.

"Boss." The person in charge came forward hurriedly, sweat dripping from his forehead. "Why did you come in person?"

Mo Xiaohan didn't answer. He took the silver mask handed to him by the servant and put it on. The mask covered the scar on his left eyelid, but it couldn't hide the murderous intent surging in his eyes.

The lights in the auction hall were dim, and the air was filled with the scent of expensive perfume, even more expensive desire, and a faint smell of blood.

Under the crystal chandelier, girls were pushed onto the booth one by one and displayed, appraised and auctioned like commodities.

Under the booth, the dignitaries wore masks, held up bottles of champagne, and greedily scanned the "products" on display.

Mo Xiaohan sat in the VIP box on the second floor, tapping the armrest with his slender fingers, his expression cold.

Irritable.

The violence surging in his chest made him want to kill.

"Next is lot number 9, 19 years old, Vietnamese, a student at a dance academy..."

The auctioneer's excited voice buzzed in my ears.

Mo Xiaohan picked up the wine glass, the amber liquid rippled slightly under the light, he drank it all in one gulp, the feeling of the strong liquor burning his throat could not suppress the inexplicable anxiety.

In the basement preparation room, Ruan Xingchen's consciousness drifted in and out under the influence of the drugs. Her vision was blurry, and she could only vaguely hear the noisy footsteps and conversations around her.

"Are you ready for the finale?"

"Right away! Give her another dose and make her look a little more obedient."

The cold dropper gently touched the corner of her lips, and the bitter anesthetic slid down her throat. Ruan Xingchen was powerless to resist and could only let the drug erode her last bit of consciousness.

"It's your turn, honey." The guard patted her face with a sinister smile. "I hope you can get a good price!"

The guard roughly grabbed her and pushed her into a golden cage, covering her with a thick black cloth.

She was pushed towards the corridor leading to the auction table. Her body felt weak and her vision was blurry, but a voice in her heart was screaming frantically -

"Don't go up...don't..."

The lift slowly rose. The anesthetic made her consciousness blurred and her legs too weak to stand. She could only half-kneel in the cage. The ring on her left ring finger glowed slightly in the darkness. The words "Eternal Daylight" engraved on the ring were clearly visible, as if silently calling out for something.

In a trance, she heard the auctioneer's voice coming from above her head: "Next is tonight's finale!"

The auctioneer's voice trembled slightly with excitement. "22 years old, top medical student, virgin... starting bid: $500,000!"

The moment the black cloth was lifted, the spotlight shone glaringly on Ruan Xingchen's pale face. She was kneeling in the middle of the cage, her black hair scattered messily on her shoulders, her eyes were dull, her body was trembling slightly due to the drugs, and the ring on her left ring finger flashed slightly under the light.

The bidding sounds from the audience suddenly became lively.

And behind the glass of the second-floor box——

Mo Xiaohan's pupils suddenly constricted.

His world stopped at this moment.