Chapter 463 Chaos
The "little wife sister" next door was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. She jumped out of the window and shouted at Jing Wenbin angrily:
"What the hell is Mr. Mermaid?!"
Why does his man keep thinking about her?
His voice was sharp and piercing, comparable to a super-doubled dolphin sound, instantly crushing the applause and whizzing into everyone's ears.
The crazy and restless emotions of the crowd were suddenly paused, and they couldn't help but look up at the source of the sound.
The lively atmosphere was interrupted.
An unyielding look flashed across Jing Wenbin's face, and he quickly locked onto him, glaring at him with a warning look. At an angle that no one could see, he moved his lips and said something.
Xia Yan didn't see clearly, but heard the sound of the handsome man being dragged back.
"Boss Bin, could you please explain in more detail what this latest invention is?"
There was silence under the stage, with pairs of eyes fixed on the stage. Although Jing Wenbin said it was a good thing, it was unknown whether it was useless to everyone.
The more Jing Wenbin hesitated, the more everyone looked forward to it.
Finally, he smiled again: "Before the introduction, let me ask you a question - when you mention fish, what is your first thought?"
Everyone looked at each other and blurted out, "Water?"
Fish and water are inseparable, just like humans cannot live without air.
"Yes," Jing Wenbin nodded heavily, "It's water, but it doesn't mean clear water in the conventional sense. The name Mr. Mermaid was chosen based on the characteristics that the test subject ultimately exhibited.
While maintaining and optimizing his appearance as much as possible, we also gave him the ability to quickly reach the pinnacle of control, and this ability is universal among men and women."
The place was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Jing Wenbin's words were both vague and clear, and his evasiveness led to more speculation than a straightforward account.
We are all adults and we understand it immediately.
This kind of thing has always been extremely private and cannot be shared with ordinary people...
Sitting upstairs, Xia Yan could almost hear their blood rushing up and down. At that moment, she, like everyone else, understood why Mr. Mermaid could compete with the finale.
This is the easiest happiness to obtain.
At this moment, Jing Wenbin's eyes locked on her, and he turned the volume of the microphone to the maximum with his fingers.
"Boss Xia, Mr. Mermaid has a handsome appearance and a nice figure. He is perfect for entertaining you in your spare time. I hope you don't miss him and return home with a triumphant smile."
The spotlight moved upwards the moment he opened his mouth, revealing Xia Yan clearly in front of everyone as if it were daylight.
Coupled with his words with ulterior motives, many people who were determined to win the auction at any price suddenly became alert and defensive, and their whole bodies were tense and full of aggressiveness.
Xia Yan became the target of public criticism.
The spotlight went out instantly when Jing Wenbin finished the last note, leaving her no chance to respond. The entire venue fell into darkness at the same moment when Jing Wenbin's excited voice came out from the speakers again:
"I declare that the first auction begins now!!"
“Thump, thump, thump~”
“Thump thump thump thump~thump thump!”
The opening song with dense drum beats hit people in the face, shaking their internal organs and making their eardrums unable to hear any shouting sounds.
Xia Yan relaxed his shoulders, leaned back on the soft sofa, and drank a sip of cocktail as if nothing had happened.
Darkness and noise are definitely the best ways to cover up evil.
She listened calmly to the screams that hinted at death, which were interspersed in the brief intervals between two beats.
It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it also seemed like just a blink of an eye. The spotlight on the top finally flashed a few times and then lit up again.
The audience had become a virtual Shura Field, with blood beads and elongated palm prints covering the walls. People twitched as sharp weapons violently thrust in and out, their bodies limp, oozing large swathes of crimson, which gradually converged with the others...
When the lights came on, his eyes were red when he looked up.
Xia Yan saw Jing Yimai surrounded by several people, his face swollen and bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He looked fiercely at the person who had exposed his flaw, pulled him closer, put his hand on his neck and twisted it hard, then kicked him away.
“Come on!”
But those people looked up at the light and retreated the next second, as if the light was a signal to retreat.
"Want to run? Damn it!" Jing Yimai cursed, and chased after him relentlessly. He grabbed a man standing against the wall who was stabbing desperately with his gun like a madman, and ended his life.
On the other side, Chu Wanfu grabbed the man under him, took out special handcuffs from behind his waist, and tightened them around his wrists with a click.
When they turned around, Xia Yan saw a colorful pig-head face. After careful observation, he found that the person who was handcuffed was Yang Zizhen.
Chu Wanfu's condition was much better than Jing Yimai's. He stretched out his toes and kicked the buttocks of several people who were rolling on the ground in pain.
"Get up. You don't have enough handcuffs. Follow me closely."
Seeing that they were still pretending to be dead, Chu Wanfu lowered his voice and asked, "Do you want me to break your shoulders?"
"Ah, no, no, no!" Several people stood up, looking dejected like dogs that had lost their homes.
The next second, Chu Wanfu led them away from the spot.
"Dear audience friends, welcome to the first auction~"
"I am the auctioneer for this auction."
A mature and sexy voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the violent fistfights and kicks in the audience.
The stage has changed, replaced by a high-tech electronic platform.
There are ten light beams of different sizes at the end of the stage, illuminating the auction items in the center.
"Please take a seat, everyone. Don't worry, there will be staff to clean up the scene." Behind the auction table, a tall auctioneer holding a small hammer ignored the bloodstains on the ground and smiled sweetly.
The secret door on the wall was pushed open, and a dozen cleaners whose faces could not be seen walked out with tools in hand.
They began to clean up without saying a word, as if dealing with corpses was commonplace. They grabbed each other's feet and walked towards the door, no one knew where it led to.
Even those who were still breathing weakly and calling for help as their last straw still grabbed their feet and retreated towards the door.
Two long, occasionally moving drag marks disappeared in the light.
This scene made the survivors feel a chill down their spines, as if possessed by an evil spirit.
Seeing that the person who attacked him secretly was about to hide in the door, Jing Yimai quickened his pace and rushed over in a hurry, but he was stopped by a woman who was leaning against the wall, stroking her chest and groaning in pain, pulling his sleeve.
"Let go." He frowned.
Watching the man hide in the door and escape in a twisted manner, Jing Yimai gritted his teeth in hatred.
Just as she was about to give chase, she saw the man who had stopped her fall down with a pale face and wide eyes. As he landed, her arm slid down weakly, and several long streams of blood spurted out from the wound in his chest.
In the red lines, he saw fear, begging, and a hint of...
"...Thanks."
At this moment, a cleaner in protective clothing appeared in the corner of his sight.
The cleaner bent over with his back to him, and when he grabbed the injured woman's feet and dragged her back, he suddenly discovered a new wound on the woman's chest, right in front of her heart.
He passed by and Jing Yimai reached out and grabbed him.
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