In the magnificent auction house, diamond lanterns like the Milky Way were lit up brilliantly, adorning the women in luxurious dance dresses in the auction. Their makeup and crowns were like flowers, and their long skirts that slid as they moved were luxuriously inlaid with countless gems, like flowing galaxies.

Nakahara Chuuya withdrew his gaze, simply reached out for a red wine glass, and took a sip.

The slightly sour red wine stayed in his mouth for only a second before he swallowed it. Nakahara Chuuya stood upright in the gorgeous banquet. Even though he remained silent and his face showed no expression, he was still so beautiful that it made people dazzled.

Even though he was the host of the auction and had seen countless beauties, he couldn't help but have a flash of surprise in his eyes when he saw such a woman like Zhongyuan Zhongye.

Zhongyuanzhong is indeed the most beautiful scenery of the port mafia.

He approached Nakahara Chuuya with a wine glass in hand and clinked glasses with him. He hid the surprise in his eyes and replaced it with admiration for the strong man: "Lord Nakahara Chuuya, tonight's auction is in your hands."

Nakahara Chuuya raised the corner of his lip with a fake smile, casually placed the red wine glass that he had clinked with on the table covered with a scarlet tablecloth, and said arrogantly: "The port mafia has surrounded this auction without a single gap."

If you believe the Port Mafia, then stop making such statements.

The owner of the auction understood what Nakahara Chuuya meant, but he couldn't help but grab his wrist. There on his wrist... Nakahara Chuuya clearly remembered that he had seen a scar there before.

He almost awkwardly threw away his pride as the auction host and said to Nakahara Chuuya, "Master Chuuya, please sit next to me when the auction starts."

Nakahara Chuuya raised his eyes in surprise.

A hint of surprise flashed through his heart. In his opinion, there was no force in this place that he needed to be wary of. According to the information his subordinates had found for him, there were only a few forces that could be counted even if they could fight against the forces left here by the port mafia.

Why would the owner of the auction be so panicked?

As he thought so, he glanced away slightly. Could it be that something unexpected happened to the data he obtained, or some unexpected change?

The auction opened on time, the heavy clock rang with a dull sound, and Nakahara Chuuya and the host of the auction sat in the first row, in the center.

As everyone took their seats, the lights in the auction gradually dimmed. Zhong Yuanzhong looked around the auction in the dark and found the woman in a tuxedo who came to pick him up in the center.

Her eyes were calm. Although her boss, the host of the auction, was so anxious, she seemed not to feel it at all. She sat upright in the venue, holding her chin with a smile, as if she was looking forward to those exquisite exhibits being unveiled one by one.

When she met Nakahara Chuuya's gaze, the expectation in her eyes gradually solidified. She smiled stiffly under Nakahara Chuuya's gaze and hid in the crowd.

Because Nakahara Chuuya's eyes stayed on a certain place for too long, the auctioneer asked worriedly, "Did you find out something?"

Nakahara Chuuya raised his hand and turned the ring on his hand.

The sapphire ring on his hand emitted a faint light in the darkness.

This was given to Nakahara Chuuya personally by Dazai Osamu after he became the leader, saying that even if he recommended Nakahara Chuuya to become a cadre, Nakahara Chuuya did not have to wear it on normal days.

But when Chuuya is on a mission in Zhongyuan, he must wear it.

Nakahara Chuuya thought that it could be used as a signal to take action at some point, so he took it without any burden. At this moment, the sapphire ring shone brightly between his fingers.

The person in the dark nodded to Nakahara Chuuya.

The scarlet curtain was drawn open, and the huge auction finally revealed its majestic appearance: a giant mermaid.

The pure golden mermaid exudes the dazzling light of money and is illuminated by the lights. On her fish tail is a huge platform. On the right, a woman in a red cheongsam is slowly walking towards her, pushing the exhibits.

One step, one step.

She walked very lightly, as if she was walking on clouds, and as if she had no weight at all, as if she really was not stepping on the ground.

Nakahara Chuuya held his chin with anticipation, waiting for the first collection to appear.

He was a spendthrift person to begin with, and after joining the Port Mafia and receiving a huge sum of money, he stopped spending money as it was.

Luxurious sports cars were parked casually in the garage like old bicycles; priceless red wines were piled up in the wine cabinets.

A bottle of wine in a wine cellar that was once smashed by Dazai Osamu is a huge sum of money that ordinary people would find difficult to earn in countless years. As the gem king of the port mafia, he is always present at auctions in Yokohama.

Until the port mafia weakened in recent years due to the takeover by Dazai Osamu, Zhongyuan Zhong never participated in any auction again.

This was his first time attending an auction in all these years. Dazai Osamu did not stop him and said righteously that it was better for Chuuya to attend an auction than to cook for him at home.

When she reached the center of the stage, the woman in cheongsam stretched out her white fingers, lifted the red cloth covering the collection, revealing the real hat underneath.

She grasped the two fists neatly in her hands in almost an instant.

The bullet was fired.

The bullet went straight through the chest of the man sitting next to the auctioneer, splashing bright blood on his chest.

Then came the screams that almost echoed throughout the auction. These upper-class people who were dressed elegantly and in dancing dresses like stars before encountering danger, screamed and fled in panic, running towards a nearby place. Some ran out of the door, but more were killed by people hiding in the dark and fell at the door, blocking the entrance into a long corridor of countless corpses. The auction owner next to Nakahara Chuuya was like grabbing the last straw, and grabbed Nakahara Chuuya's sleeve fiercely, and wrinkled the smooth cuffs of Nakahara Chuuya with force. He looked at the woman who appeared under the curtain of the auction and blew the muzzle of the gun handsomely with horror: "Mr. Chuuya, save me!"

Nakahara Chuuya sat up straighter, shook off the hand of the auction host, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, very crisply.

Then countless figures walked out from the darkness. They were like ghosts in the darkness, and they were so fast that they directly avoided the gun of the woman on the stage.

The bullets hit the ground with a bang, making holes one after another.

The smell of gunpowder filled the air, and four men grabbed the woman at the same time.

All of his remnants were also arrested.

Nakahara Chuuya lowered his head and caught a glimpse of the blade at his neck.

The silver blade pressed against his almost porcelain skin, and the woman holding the handle smiled at him.

It was the driver in the tuxedo. She said in a clear voice, "Sir, I wonder if you have anticipated your own death before coming here?"

Nakahara Chuuya smiled strangely. At this moment, he was finally sure that these people were indeed foreigners. That was why they thought that they could make him surrender simply by relying on guns. He couldn't help but curl his lips and said teasingly: "I didn't imagine my own death, but when you drew your knife, I already felt your death."

Seeing that Nakahara Chuuya was still trying to be stubborn even when he was about to die, Machi looked at the smile on his lips. It was obvious that if she was quick enough, Nakahara Chuuya's head would fall to the ground, but she inexplicably felt a sense of fear as if she was being stared at by a beast. This feeling of fear made her whole body tremble.

She gripped the knife tightly in her hand and strengthened her belief.

She didn't sense even a trace of telekinesis from Nakahara Chuuya. He was just an ordinary person. Surprisingly, just an ordinary person with a stronger aura.

Machi hardened her heart and pressed the knife against Nakahara Chuuya's neck, trying to make him feel the threat of death.

But the knife in her hand, which was as light as a cicada's wing, suddenly became heavy as if it was carrying an infinite weight. No matter how hard Maggie tried, she couldn't move the knife.

She could only watch helplessly as the fierce and violent red light slowly emanated from Nakahara Chuuya's body, and the knife also floated up from Nakahara Chuuya's neck, automatically floated into the air, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Machi almost felt like she saw an illusion. She sensed something was wrong almost as the knife slipped out of her hand, and she raised her leg to kick Nakahara Chuuya. She believed that her strength and fighting skills were absolutely excellent.

But she didn't even touch the corner of Nakahara Chuuya's clothes, she was grabbed by the ankle by Nakahara Chuuya, twisted and pushed, and pressed directly to the ground. Her black tuxedo was stained with dust, and then her limbs were restrained, and she was directly taken over by the man in black.

The situation between the two men was reversed directly. Nakahara Chuuya half squatted down. In order to match the black coat on his body today, he specially wore very long riding boots. The dark boots directly hit his calves, and he half fell to the ground, covered with dust.

His gorgeous face was set against his bright orange hair, which shone faintly under the broken crystal chandelier. His ice-blue eyes seemed to flash with a hint of indifference, and he looked very dangerous. "Who sent you here?"

Maggie was held down and didn't want to speak, so she simply turned her cheek to the other side, which was an obvious sign of resistance.

The auctioneer standing nearby saw that he was no longer in danger, so he immediately came over and explained, "Mr. Nakahara Chuuya, I know who they are..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a look from Nakahara Chuuya. He had never faced such a fierce look before, and he was so scared that he couldn't speak for a moment.

Nakahara Chuuya was in a bad mood and asked him to leave: "If something happens later, I'm not sure I can keep watching you without getting hurt."

The auctioneer looked at him carefully, swallowed all the words in his mouth, and walked out the door.

The auction conference hall, which had been bustling just a moment ago, suddenly became quiet.

The subordinates all lowered their heads in silence, waiting for the next order from Nakahara Chuuya. Machi didn't say anything, and Nakahara Chuuya didn't force her. He just sat down aside.

She elegantly crossed her legs and glanced at the person lying on the ground: "Even if you don't say anything, I know what will happen next."

Nakahara Chuuya, who had once been the leader of the sheep, said as if he were counting treasures: "After not receiving any news from you, those people will come looking for you in less than 20 minutes, and then you will fall into my hands."

Nakahara Chuuya chuckled and said, "I hope they can be strong enough."

Machi, who was being held down, heard this and couldn't help but turn around and glare at Nakahara Chuuya: "You will definitely be defeated by our leader!"

“Really?” Nakahara Chuuya bent his wrists, and his fingers made a loose sound. He said lightly, “That’s what I’m really looking forward to. I want to see someone who can defeat me, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t count how many there are.”

·

Kuroro stood quietly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, holding a book in his hand.

The cold moonlight poured down on him, making him look like a statue of a god without any desires or requests.

The quiet night was swaying in the deep mist. He opened his eyes, and stared at the almost bottomless abyss below the top floor with his deep eyes, and a thought passed through his mind thoughtfully.

Suddenly, I saw a brilliant firework blooming in the sky.

This is the signal that the Phantom Troupe will release when they are in danger. Chrollo glanced at Feitan not far away.

“Who is missing now?”

"Maggie."

·

The waiting time was a bit long, and Nakahara Chuuya lazily closed his eyes and dozed off for a while.

He hadn't closed his eyes for a long time. As soon as he closed his eyes, countless lights and shadows danced in front of him.

When he finally suppressed the light and shadow in front of his eyes and was feeling annoyed, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps.

He opened his eyes and looked over impatiently.

He saw a dozen or so figures walking towards him from the gate, and the gloomy moonlight made their shadows look particularly long and narrow.

Nakahara Chuuya smelled a similar scent from them, especially the leader, who was as handsome as Dazai Osamu, like a character from a comic book.

But the aura from him was so strong that even Nakahara Chuuya felt the danger.

After waiting all night and almost thinking that his expectation was dashed, Nakahara Chuuya raised his lips, slowly stood up with the help of a chair, dressed in black, looked at the other party, and said provocatively: "You come one by one."

"Still coming together?"

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