In another private room on the second floor were Hou Taotao and her nine companions.

Several people were also observing their steering from the multimedia video, and when they saw the foreigners start filming the bronze mirror, they paid close attention to that bronze mirror.

Finally, the foreigners stopped raising their paddles, and Hou Taotao and the others exchanged glances before taking turns bidding.

If the captain wants it, then it must be theirs.

But isn't it a bit excessive to charge 280 million for a broken mirror?

They hesitated for a moment, but the host, fearing the deal would fall through, quickly brought down the gavel three times, and the item went to someone in another private room.

The nine people looked at each other; they were still too slow.

Hou Taotao decided to wait a while, and if there were any more strange and unusual antiques, he would take pictures of them and give them to them to take over the helm.

In these situations, the sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth are just there to make up the numbers and slack off. With a few older brothers filling in, they can just eat, drink, and play.

Seeing that Tao Ge and the others had just taken pictures of that bronze mirror, they all glanced at it curiously, just once, and then went back to their own business.

The table was set with only vegetarian dishes and fruit; there was no alcohol.

Yang Zhenzhen asked curiously, "Why is the helmsman hitting that bronze mirror? It looks old and broken."

Yu Muqi spoke up, "Sixth Brother, you'd better not worry about it," specifically reminding him, "the table at Changyuan."

The sixth brother immediately fell silent.

Yu Muqi: "Brother Tao, when do we make our move?"

"Once we get this, Lao Jiu and the others will be able to take action."

Tenth Brother: "Which one should we arrest?"

Liang Cheng: "Let's get straight to the point."

Chen Jinghuai explained: "Just do the same thing they did to Lao Wu."

Several people indicated that they understood.

Hou Taotao took a puff of his cigarette when Zhang Xiaomeng walked in. "Brother Tao, everything's ready."

Hou Taotao nodded and gestured for him to sit down.

Everything is ready; we're just waiting for the fish to return to their nest.

Situ Ming was dressed in inconspicuous clothes and sat in an empty chair.

When it came to the thirteenth item, Zhao Xiaoyue took the comic exhibition out.

The mercenaries also got up and followed them out.

Situ Ming followed behind without making a sound.

Hou Taotao and his group then returned to the hotel to pack their equipment and weapons.

Geng Qiusheng made arrangements for the evacuation.

Zhao Xiaoyue pulled the comic convention into the elevator. The moment the elevator doors closed, Zhao Xiaoyue took out a gun, assembled it, loaded it, and then aimed it at the elevator doors.

At the comic convention, someone pointed a gun at the elevator door and said, "Hey Zhao, are you sure they're waiting for us at the door?"

He was actually quite nervous. "And who are they?"

"I don't know, but we'll find out once we leave one alive."

At the elevator entrance on the tenth floor, seven or eight people were waiting with guns.

The elevator doors opened, and to their surprise, bullets were fired from inside the doors first.

The silencer perfectly swallowed the sound of the gunshots, and several people instantly fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Situ Ming, who emerged from the security door and then disappeared back into it, exclaimed: "??!"

Then the foreigner came out and blew on the muzzle of his gun in a very cool way, and Zhao Xiaoyue followed him out.

"Hey Zhao, how did you realize someone was watching us?" the anime convention organizer asked curiously. He hadn't noticed anyone watching them.

"It's an instinct, you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you."

"Was that phone call you just made to our brother?"

Zhao Xiaoyue tidied her hair. "There are surveillance cameras in places like this. If we don't remove them beforehand, do you think we can just walk out openly?"

The comic convention staff carefully stepped over the people lying on the ground to check, and found that some of them were indeed still alive.

"This one is alive!"

The two dragged the person on the ground into their hotel room.

Situ Ming stared at the closed door, his brow twitching, then dragged the rest into the emergency exit.

The blood should have seeped into the red carpet, so it wouldn't be immediately apparent how many people had died there.

Inside the room, Zhao Xiaoyue woke the person up with just a few needle pricks.

"Say one word and I'll kill you!"

With a gun pressed against the mercenary's forehead, the man was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder.

The feeling of dying and coming back to life, then dying again, was repeatedly tormented until my mind broke down.

Waaaaaahh ...

"Hey Zhao, don't be too harsh. Look how scared you've made a grown man. Tsk tsk tsk."

Zhao Xiaoyue gave a "kind and friendly" smile. "I'll ask you a question, and you'll answer it, OK?"

The man nodded repeatedly, after all, they weren't real mercenaries and hadn't received any death training.

This kind of repeated psychological torment is the most unbearable.

"Who ordered you to kill me?"

The mercenary stammered, "We don't know who it is. We got the job through the dark web. The price was high and it wasn't difficult, so we thought we'd do it."

"So how will you deliver the goods after you succeed?"

The man said, "If you hand it over to Master He of the Dragon Bureau, you can collect the reward."

I see!

Isn't that a coincidence?

Zhao Xiaoyue ended the conversation by firing her gun.

The comic convention was terrified; this was too ruthless.

Then again, if they hadn't been ruthless, they would probably have been the ones to die.

As the auction drew to a close, Master He and Master Mang bid farewell and prepared to return to their hotel.

"Where is the hunter's group?" Uncle He asked curiously.

The subordinate replied, "They left halfway there."

Master He's shrewd eyes revealed something: "These people are all businessmen who won't get up early without profit. Do you know where they went?"

The subordinate replied, "They've gone back to the hotel."

Master He still felt something was strange, but he didn't know exactly what was strange about it.

The night is beautiful tonight.

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