Chapter 29 "You hit me?" "Why are you still so rough?"...
The underground auction house takes into account the preferences of both guests who like to participate in person and those who prefer not to show their faces. A semi-circular VIP seating area facing the auction stage has been built outwards from the auction stage.
The auction house was not luxuriously constructed; it even retained the style of a primitive underground cave. This unadorned savagery resonated with the most primal desires hidden deep within humanity.
It provides all the VIPs who come here with a place where they can break free from social rules and public order and good customs, and more freely express themselves, releasing the cruelty, tyranny, and debauchery suppressed in their blood.
Each VIP seat is an independent space constructed with one-way glass, which guests can choose to open or close, ensuring privacy while also giving them the right to interact freely.
There are also many rooms similar to the VIP rooms exclusively for Lord Battan, with cameras facing the auction stage that can provide them with a high-definition live stream from a first-person perspective.
After the masked guests were seated, the man who had introduced Reinhardt went up to the auction stage to begin today's performance.
Today's products are of very high quality. Although the best one has already been taken by someone else, the remaining one can still be the grand finale. The man, full of expectations for today's commission, dutifully introduces the next product to be presented.
But before he could finish speaking, the entire auction stage and even the underground city suddenly trembled violently!
earthquake? !
The man, who was nearly knocked over by the violent shaking, clung tightly to the hammer stand. He looked up along with the other VIPs who were also startled by the sudden tremor, his brow furrowed with astonishment.
The ceiling, constructed of rough rock, began from some unknown corner, with numerous red lines meandering upwards towards their heads.
In the blink of an eye, the entire ceiling was covered with paintings.
The crimson flames, like flowing lava, traced a network of cracks across the ground, resembling a piece of broken glass that seemed ready to shatter at any moment.
What is that?
He wasn't the only one who found it terrifying; many distinguished guests who had had the one-way glass removed also cried out in fright.
But no one could answer their questions.
The crimson intensified, and the ceiling seemed about to crumble at any moment. Sensing the danger, the man's thought of escape was already forming beneath his feet, but then he saw the cracks suddenly lose their color.
The world fell into an eerie silence, as if time had been paused, and then... it quickly restarted!
With a deafening roar, the ground above them crumbled! Countless shattered boulders collapsed and fell from above, instantly turning the filthy auction house into ruins!
Many VIP seats were smashed to pieces, and the auction stage was also smashed to pieces.
A muscular, dark figure descended from the sky and landed on a boulder that had smashed through the auction platform.
The boulder shattered with a crash, and countless smaller stones rolled down from the side. One of them rolled right next to the host, who was huddled under the pitch table, drawing the vandal's attention in that direction.
The footsteps approached from afar. Before the host could turn around, the back of his collar was lifted by a forceful pull, and he met a pair of sharp and familiar eyes.
"You, you..." He stammered for a long time, unable to make sense of what was going on.
The sharp-eyed host quickly noticed something was wrong.
Although the man in front of me was very similar to Lord Batan in physique and appearance, his skin color and temperament were quite different.
Lord Battan has fair skin and his hair is very neatly combed. He possesses the innate arrogance and elegance of a nobleman and is a very approachable and handsome gentleman.
The person in front of him, though dressed in very expensive clothes, exuded a fierce aura. His hair was disheveled, his gaze was ruthless, and his entire being radiated an arrogant wildness.
The host only took a second to distinguish the two, especially after the latter spoke.
"Where are the people arrested today?" he asked menacingly.
"What?" The host was a little confused.
Completely losing his patience, Buster grabbed the other person by the neck and, with a slight increase in force, made it difficult for the other person to breathe.
He spoke in a calm but furious voice: "Where are the red-haired woman with pigtails and the handsome blond guy?!"
The host's face turned red from lack of oxygen, his legs kicked wildly in the air, and he struggled to utter a few words: "In the dungeon, and... in your hands."
Buster's face was already frighteningly gloomy, but the second half of his sentence made it seem like the end of the world, startling the host so much that he gasped for breath.
He then raised his free hand to mid-air and gently waved it downwards. Countless dark figures descended from the sky, landing one after another around him. Moonlight scattered across the night sky, but it was impossible to see the faces of all the visitors. Most of them had half their bodies hidden in darkness, their eyes flashing with alternating light and shadow, like a pack of wolves hunting in the dead of night, their gazes like eerie, ghostly flames, terrifying beyond measure.
This is especially true for the leading figures.
He didn't turn around, his tone was frighteningly calm, even more so than when he was roaring with rage.
“Kill all those who resist, and find Victoria.”
The tall woman, her anger barely contained, nodded calmly, her figure fading away as she led her companions to jump to the next level, ready to unleash the massacre that belonged to the military bandits at any moment.
Buster, the only one still remaining on the auction stage, slowly shifted his gaze to the pale-faced auctioneer in his hands.
He grinned and actually laughed.
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The earth cracked continuously, and the entire underground city was engulfed in flames. Batan, who had just slapped the blonde beauty and was aroused by the alluring smile on her lips, was caught off guard by the collapsing roof.
Fortunately, the blood flowing through his body made him stronger and more agile than ordinary people. Before the collapsing ceiling above him was about to crash down on him, he had already picked up his prey and rolled to a corner.
Then a terrifying earthquake struck. Batan used his foot to hook the sofa and brace it against the wall, creating a temporary safe space for the two of them. But something even more terrifying was yet to come: he heard a voice that sounded 90% like his own coming from the live stream.
"Where are the red-haired woman with pigtails and the handsome blond guy?!"
Batan burst out laughing immediately, having figured out the current situation.
Only that person could pull off such a grand and elaborate undertaking.
The live stream hadn't been completely cut off yet, and the conversation was still going on. Batan heard the voices turn several shades colder and become more menacing, and he knew he couldn't stay in this place any longer.
He looked down at the lifeless, handsome guy in his arms, smiled, and pinched the cheek with the handprint on it. His tone was still as gentle as if he were coaxing a lover, as if he were a completely different person from the man who had just been violent towards him.
The latter winced in pain, gritting her teeth and shrinking back, but she completely nestled into the other's embrace, which Batan found incredibly adorable.
Not long after, the live stream went completely silent. Batan knew he couldn't stay any longer. He kicked the sofa away with his strong, long legs, hoisted his adorable prey onto his shoulder, quickly kicked open the door, and ran out down the hallway without a second thought.
The dungeon's master was an old acquaintance of his, and Batan was familiar with his methods and routines, so he could roughly guess where he would set up escape routes in case of an emergency. Although the passageway was now riddled with holes and difficult to walk on due to the rubble, Batan still used his natural strength to kick and smash, clearing an escape route for himself.
His spiritual intuition, which foresaw danger, was triggered. He stopped and turned to the side of the corridor, leaning against the wall.
A large dark shadow rushed past where he had just been standing, crashed into a boulder in front of him, and rolled down. Batan stared intently, and after recognizing what the incoming 'dart' was, he smiled and took a breath.
The host, who had just been excitedly preparing the live broadcast content, was now vomiting blood and fragments of internal organs, barely clinging to life.
"Why are you still so rude?" Batan sighed, put the beauty off his shoulder, and raised his hand to grab the blonde beauty's neck, using him as a shield in front of him.
"You don't need to make such a big fuss to see me, my dear brother." A face that looked almost exactly like Buster's tilted back and smiled.
Buster didn't react to the meaningless small talk, his gaze fixed on Reinhardt's swollen left cheek with the fingerprints.
His already expressionless face became even calmer, and his pupils slowly shifted to the side. He finally focused his attention on his twin brother's face and slowly uttered a few words.
"You hit him?"
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Author's Note: Buster: Madonna.
Madonna suddenly appeared
Buster waved his hand: Take him down!
Madonna left a blur: Yes!
Reinhardt (chewing): What are they doing?
Victoria smiled and continued feeding Reinhardt: "He's having a fit of teenage angst, ignore him."
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What's with the seven or ten coins? Ding doesn't understand. (Turns head)
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