Two days have passed.

And in these two days, Ethan. Hunter's name began to grow louder and louder.

With the continuous expansion of the chassis, horror legends about this 'monster' have begun to circulate among ordinary people, even if his appearance is not terrifying, but it has gradually become synonymous with Yancheng's 'ferocious'.

Qin Ran didn't care about this.

Or rather, that's what he wants.

"My lord, according to your orders, the invitation has been sent."

"Rest assured, everyone will be there."

Carey and Clay stood respectfully in front of Qin Ran, reporting on the tasks Qin Ran had ordered.

Although it was the first time for the two of them to do such a task as sending an invitation letter, they were familiar with the matter of 'forcing others'.

As for the bad reputation of doing so?

The two people from Delin Street don't care about a bad reputation.

On the contrary, such a bad reputation is a manifestation of strength in the eyes of the two.

If they could, the two of them would be eager to show off their might all the time.

Of course, in front of Qin Ran, the two of them were as docile as kittens.

Because, the two of them knew that everything they had was obtained from the man in front of them.

If you can let them gain, you can let them lose.

And the man in front of him will not be merciful when that time comes.

In this regard, the two people who have seen Qin Ran's ruthlessness naturally know it clearly, especially in the last day or two, Qin Ran's momentum has become stronger and stronger.

Proud as a mountain.

Cold as a knife.

Even if they just look at it, they feel a great pressure.

Therefore, in front of Qin Ran, he became more and more cautious and tried not to make any mistakes.

"Where's the venue?"

Qin Ran asked.

"The venue was chosen for the Grand Theatre on Drin Street – the people below are trying to put the finishing touches on it, and everything will be ready before dark."

Carey replied.

Then, without waiting for Qin Ran to ask, Clay preemptively said: "The venue is surrounded by our people, all equipped with strong firepower, anyone who dares to be presumptuous there, I will tear them to pieces." ”

"Hmm."

Qin Ran nodded, as if he was in deep thought, and stopped talking.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the office suddenly became quiet.

Carey and Clay stood there in a daze, each thinking about whether there was something wrong with themselves, but after thinking about it, they didn't find anything.

However, this did not give the two a sigh of relief.

On the contrary, the two became more and more frightened.

They fear that they have inadvertently done something that offends the adult in front of them.

But thankfully, a few seconds later, Qin Ran took the initiative to break the silence.

"Carey, you go to the street entrance and wait to meet those guests."

"Clay, you go and escort all the belongings to the venue."

Qin Ran said.

"Yes, sir."

The two of them nodded busily, and immediately took action.

Qin Ran continued to sit in his chair and ponder.

In the shadows, an eye, undecided, conveys all this to Sarkly's 'collaborator'.

"It looks like our Ethan. Lord Hunter is thinking more than you ever imagined! ”

Sitting on a leather sofa, the collaborator sighed softly.

"Greed is always the greatest sin."

"But, and always the best collaborator."

"That's true in every sense of the word."

It was Shackle, who was dressed in a crisp suit again, leaning against the wall, shaking it, sniffing the slightly sour red wine in the glass, and couldn't help laughing.

"So, you're really going to take the plunge?"

The 'collaborator' asked.

"This is an opportunity!"

"For me, yes."

"For you, too."

"I don't think we should let it go."

Shackley said as he drank the red wine in his glass, and then raised his hand, and the glass in his hand flew to the table.

Then, without saying a word, Thackley picked up the box at his feet and walked out.

He doesn't need to ask.

The appearance of the other party here already says it all.

"yes, you shouldn't let it go."

"Who wants to be enslaved forever?"

The 'collaborator' looked at Shackley's back and nodded, muttering to himself as he looked out the window at the sunset.

Sunset, crimson.

For example, burning blood.

The blood is boiling.

The soul has cried.

The rest ......

Leave it to fate!

Fate!

Have mercy on those of us who are so persistent!

Have mercy on us!

We are praying to you.

Have mercy on us!

We will give everything for you.

Once again, the ears of the 'collaborators' rang with a song that they hadn't heard for a long time.

He laughed.

Straight laughed and burst into tears.

Destiny?

Bullshit!

The only person you can rely on is yourself!

"Onuma!"

"Come on!"

"It's the last moment!"

The 'collaborators' roared.

……

The night breeze is gradually rising.

When the last rays of sunlight faded away, limousines pulled into Delin Street.

On the streets, the usual people have long since disappeared, and what remains is a team of more than 100 people wearing black suits.

They stood on both sides of Delin Street in a way that stood one person every five meters, watching the luxury cars.

And the people sitting in the car are also looking at these tall, sturdy, sharp-eyed men, especially the bulging waist is even more eye-catching.

But immediately, the eyes of these people were drawn to the two small buildings at the end of the street.

It's a bit inaccurate to say that it's a small building.

Because, these two small buildings are completely uninhabitable.

Made of solid wood and steel, they are improvised and serve only one purpose: to place airborne cannons.

Under the searchlight, the swarthy body of the gun became more and more cold and terrifying.

There were bursts of exclamations from many luxury cars.

Even bulletproof glass can't stop such an exclamation, just as bulletproof glass can't stop the on-board cannon.

Carey, who also changed into a clean suit, listened to such exclamations with a smile on his face, and then greeted these guests with an unchanged smile.

This is a guest specially ordered by the lord to entertain, and of course he will not be rude.

As for whether these guests will be rude?

What's the business with him?

He was a welcome.

Most of the guests who stepped out of the luxury car were men and women.

The ladies looked at the yellow, orange, orange, and gold bullet chains of the airborne cannons, and their legs and stomachs were weak for a while, and they needed the support of their male companions to walk.

The men are slightly stronger than the women, but they are not much stronger.

All of them were pale.

Most of them are just strong supports.

However, after following Carey into the Grand Theatre on Delin Street, the men were a little overwhelmed.

Stench!

The stench of blood!

Even if it is covered with paint and spices, it is difficult to cover it completely.

Even, to some extent, it is becoming more and more pungent and unpleasant.

"What is this place?"

"Aren't we going to the auction house?"

A man couldn't help but ask.

"This is the Grand Theatre on Delin Street, which is the auction venue this time!"

Carey replied.

"I've never seen an auction house like this!"

The man covered his nose and frowned.

"Believe me, sir, if you don't want to be a part of this place, then you will get used to the rules here - what you say is everything!"

"No doubts!"

"No refutation!"

"Don't ask me, the consequences of questioning and refuting, I have just said."

Carey smiled, his footsteps unstoppable, and his words became clearer and clearer.

When he finished speaking, the group had already arrived in the hall of the Grand Theater.

There's no need for Carey to do it himself, a gang. Send. Yes. The clerk pushed the door open.

Suddenly, the blinding light shook the eyes of every guest standing in the hallway.

When their gaze returned to normal, one by one they exclaimed again.

What do they see?

Golden stage!

Golden seats!

Under the dazzling lights, the scarlet carpet shines with a unique splendor that belongs to gold.

Carey swept the surprised looks of the guests, and was very satisfied.

He knew that his work had not been in vain.

Therefore, Carey straightened his back even more.

"Everyone, please take your invitations."

"There's a seat number in the invitation, so please press the number and take your seat - I've reminded you of the rules here."

"So, please don't make me feel bad."

After saying that, Carey seemed to learn the way of the nobles in his impression, and after a slight bow, he walked towards the side of the hall.

His task is not just to welcome these guests.

He will be the subject of the auction for a while.

And now, he needs to familiarize himself with the auction list again.

Although he had memorized it more than ten times before, when it came to the end, Carey suddenly realized that he needed to recite it two more times.

Otherwise, in the period before the auction starts, he will be tormented by his inner impatience.

Clay, who had just escorted all his belongings to the venue, ignored Carey, who walked in, lit a cigarette, and seemed to smoke leisurely.

"Damn it!"

"Don't smoke here!"

"Do you know what's going on around you?"

"Once your soot falls on it, it will cause irreparable damage to adults."

Kerry, who is impatient in his heart, is already an old rival with Clay, and he will naturally not let go of the opportunity to vent at this time.

"Idiot!"

"Can't you see that each of them is in a safe?"

"Have you ever seen a cigarette ash that can burn through a three-inch steel plate?"

Clay rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"Shut up!"

"Wouldn't you need to open the safe for a moment?"

Carey scolded.

Clay was stunned, and with a little annoyance, he threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out with his foot.

Then, both of them stared at each other and stopped talking.

It was a full minute before Carey pulled open his collar and, with a long sigh, reached out to Clay.

"What for?"

Clay was stunned.

"Give me a cigarette."

Carey said in a sullen voice.

Clay looked at Carey and couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Hahaha!"

There was no much sarcasm in the laughter, just a kind of lightness, and then, a cigarette was handed to Carey, and Clay lit Carrie's fire very rarely.

In the next few minutes, the two of them swallowed the clouds and fog the day after tomorrow.

After smoking two cigarettes in a row, Clay suddenly asked, "Has anyone contacted you?" ”

"Yes."

Carey was silent for two seconds, then nodded.

"You promised?"

Clay asked.

"You promised?"

Carey asked rhetorically.

No one gave an affirmative answer, but the two already knew it.

benefits, who doesn't want.

But compared with the benefits, small lives are more important.

Life is gone, and all benefits are fake.

Tread, stomp.

The familiar footsteps sounded, and the two immediately jumped up, threw the cigarette butt in their hands on the ground, and after quickly stepping on it, they turned around together, bowed down and said, "My lord." ”

"Let's get started."

Qin Ran, who walked in, glanced at the two of them and said indifferently.

"Yes, sir."

The two replied together.

Carey quickly sorted out his clothes, and Clay took the key to the safe from Qin Ran's hand.

Click!

The first safe was opened.

Boom!

The first percussion sounded inside the Great Theatre on Delin Street.

The auction began.