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The crescent moon is like a hook, summer insects are chirping, and a few stars are accompanying the twinkling cold moon.
It is four o'clock in the morning. In a villa in the suburbs, strong men in suits with real guns and live ammunition are guarding the villa. They have cold eyes and keep an eye on their surroundings.
Sometimes luxury cars would come from a distance, and after showing their passes, they would be allowed inside.
In the car, Karnev adjusted his suit, coughed twice, took out a satan mask and put it on his face, then walked into the villa with a serious face.
There are many vehicles coming and going, including unlicensed vehicles parked outside the villa. Logically speaking, this small villa should have been overcrowded.
But at this time, the villa was empty, and only fully armed mercenaries remained.
Not far away, someone waved to Karnev.
Karnev nodded and walked over. The young waiter smiled and said to him in fluent English, "Sir, please follow me."
Being in someone else's territory, Karnev was naturally cautious. He nodded immediately, followed the waiter, and actually took an elevator to go downstairs.
It turns out it’s underground!
Karnev suddenly realized what was going on, but the waiter said, "Sir, you know, this is a dance party, but it seems you don't have a partner... Would you like us to provide you with a high-quality, obedient partner? It's only 10,000 euros, and she'll be yours."
"unnecessary."
Karnev said coldly. He was a Shassian and not very familiar with English, so there was a certain coldness in his speech.
"Every penny I spend is on real treasures, not on a dance partner who I can kill or plunder at my will!"
Although 10,000 euros is not too much for him, who knows if this 10,000 euros will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back?
Karnev came here with a purpose. He had to make good use of every penny he had to buy all the extraordinary items he needed.
prom?
What a dance party, it's just a cover.
The real name should be auction.
Moreover, this auction is not open to the public, it should be called an underground auction.
The only difference is that the participants are all wealthy people from various countries who come here under the name of a masquerade ball.
After hearing Karnev's words, the waiter didn't react much, as if he was used to it. He smiled and nodded, then opened the elevator door and said, "Sir, I hope you can get the item you want."
Karnev nodded naturally and stepped out of the elevator.
After stepping out of the elevator, you will see a spacious crystal palace. It is gorgeous and perfect, but it has a unique atmosphere.
When Karnev stepped in, pairs of eyes from all around him were directed at him, each one very cold and seemed to be looking down on him.
However, after seeing the Satan mask worn by Karnev, they all looked away, as if nothing had happened.
"snort."
Karnev snorted coldly, found a random back seat and sat down, waiting for the auction to begin.
There were some unpleasant noises coming from the seats in front, and Karnev felt only contempt.
You are messing around in public. Don’t you know that we are all people of status?
Karnev disliked such people very much and thought to himself: He must be from the United States. Only people from the United States can be so rude!
As soon as he thought of this, Karnev turned his head and suddenly found that there was a person sitting only a few seats away from him.
The man was wearing a black cloak and buried himself under the cloak. He looked very mysterious. Not to mention his appearance, even his gender was hard to tell.
this……
Karnev thought about it, but didn't take the initiative to talk. He sat in his seat and remained silent.
A few minutes later, several guests came in one after another, followed by a tall masked girl or a strong young waiter.
It would be fine if it was a woman and a man, or a man and a woman, but Karnev also saw a fat man followed by a male waiter, which made Karnev very sick.
Under normal circumstances, he would have turned around and left, but he couldn't afford to miss this event.
After taking a deep breath, Karnev prepared to wait for the auction to begin.
With the arrival of the last guest, the lights on the stage suddenly flickered. A black scholar in his fifties, who looked quite gentle and elegant, dressed in a tuxedo, came onto the stage, bowed slightly to the crowd, and said:
"Sorry for keeping you waiting, the dance is about to begin!"
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