Pennsylvania Road, a small road tucked away in the middle of the downtown area, flanked by towering gray walls of skyscrapers.

The sun is completely blocked by the tall buildings, and there is a hint of coolness on this slender street.

At the end of the road stands a large square building, with no windows in its towering walls, save for a row of large exhaust fans near the top.

Chicago Municipal Opera.

It was once a gathering place for celebrities, and 60 years ago every night it was a place where luxury cars and modern ladies gathered, polite gentlemen with young female companions to enjoy elegant music, and waiters chanting the names of distinguished guests.

Unfortunately, it is now in decline, young people prefer to go to the cinema or shopping malls for dates, and the opera house has belonged to the glory of the previous era.

But today it woke up again, the warm glow of the vague glitz sprinkled on the golden red carpet of the gate, and the limousines stopped at the door, the red taillights flashing one after another.

Men in black tuxedos or night dresses stepped out of the car, their hair smeared with thick shiny oil, and the smiles on their lips were high and proud.

After getting out of the car, the men slightly tidied up their already meticulous formal clothes, turned around and grabbed the slender hand wearing white velvet gloves stretched out from the car, and gently pulled out the modern girl wrapped in mink and veiled, and the high heels fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The figure of men and women holding hands as they walked to the opera house formed the Chicago of the Golden Age of 1950.

Soon, however, another group of luxurious cars arrived, but the people who got out of the cars added a little commotion to the opera.

The people who got out of the car were all young and handsome men and women with blond hair and blue eyes, and the perfect body shape in the suit and leather shoes revealed a more long-standing luxury temperament.

The men and women who seem to have returned to the grace and luxury of the Golden Age seem to have no existence at all in their eyes, only the magnificent and glittering opera house not far away.

Ignoring the smiling middle-aged men who had come up to greet them, they took their girls or male companions, showed the waiters the gilded black invitations, and then walked into the doors of the opera house.

In comparison, Lu Mingfei, who was wearing a black trench coat, looked a little out of place and looked more like a bodyguard.

He refused to put on the big-name suits that were inconvenient to move around, and he didn't want to smoke that pointless cigar.

After asking the driver of the Lincoln car that had brought him here to keep the box containing the weapon, Lu Mingfei showed the fiery red invitation and followed the flow of people into the opera hall.

The air was filled with the smell of different perfumes, and at the end of the fiber-optic dimly lit corridor was a gate thick enough for two cars to walk side by side.

Two waiters stood on either side, pushing open the door for the guests, revealing the vast space behind them.

The four ornate dark red columns resemble the ruins of the Parthenon on the Acropolis, falling from the sky to the four directions of this huge space, and on the dome-like ceiling, one after another giant crystal chandeliers dyed every inch of the corner with a layer of brilliant gold.

The dome and walls are painted with the war myth of Ragnarok, singing and recounting the exploits of the gods, the floor is covered with a wool carpet with green mandala patterns, and the scarlet curtain hanging from the stage seems to be ready for a grand opera.

Nearly 1,000 seats occupy more than half of the opera house, and each red suede seat is marked with a brass nameplate.

The orderly people quickly found their seats with invitations in hand, and for a while, the entire opera house was full.

Lu Mingfei kept scanning the opera house back and forth, not admiring the decoration style of the opera house, but observing the overall terrain to find the best position to control the stage.

This is one of Astarte's instincts, ready to fight whenever and wherever it is.

However, Lu Mingfei didn't notice the figure of Ange sitting on the first floor, nor did he see the men and women who looked down on all the arrogance.

I think I was sitting in a private room on the second floor.

"Why don't you give me a communication headset? At the hospital, too, there was no teamwork at all. ”

Lu Mingfei was a little dissatisfied.

……

"I remember an interesting story about a famous general who was wandering the street with his wife when he suddenly pointed to a café and said that this place was very good."

"Madame was very surprised, her husband has always been a man who can only fight and does not know how to be amorous, why is he suddenly so emotional, so she asked her husband what is good about this café."

"Her husband said that with just a few machine guns in this café, I could control the entire block."

"That's what the little angel looks like now."

Dressed in a burgundy dress with a pale gold veil, Mai Jiude stood in one of the VIP rooms on the second floor, looking down on the scene of the theater below.

The headset sounded the sound of potato chip girls chewing potato chips.

"It's unlikely that a battle will break out here, the young masters of a bunch of half-blood families in Europe and the United States are here, and Ange is also there."

Mai said.

"Indeed, that handsome old man's 'time zero' is the machine gun that controls the entire theater."

"Then we just sent money to the little angel?"

"Maybe we'll just have to go through the motions this time."

"Then wouldn't it be a waste of money for this VIP private room that I spent a lot of money to photograph for you?"

……

The full house of guests was already seated, and as the crystal chandelier overhead went out one after another, the voices of the guests were lowered.

In the end, only two spotlights were left on the scarlet curtain of the stage, and their eyes and attention were also focused on the scarlet curtain, their faces full of excitement and anticipation.

A man in a black tuxedo walked out with a curtain unveiled, stood on the stage with a microphone in his hand, and said with a smile on his face:

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, the 2007 Abraham Cultural Tour Auction will start in ten minutes, please hold your number plate, your number plate will be the only identification document for this auction, and all transaction fees will be withdrawn from the bank account reserved for your number plate."

"Please don't miss out on what you like, because the next thing we will be bidding on is unique." The auctioneer's tone paused:

"So now...... Please close your eyes. ”

Lu Mingfei was stunned, what kind of trick is this?

The guests sitting next to him closed their eyes and bowed their heads slightly, and there was an inexplicable emotion brewing.

"Please open your eyes!"

The auctioneer said again.

Everyone opens their eyes at the same moment, and for a moment it is as if the lights of the opera house are back on again.

But it's no longer crystal chandeliers that illuminate the place, but hundreds of pairs of golden pupils.

"Boredom ......"

Lu Mingfei made his own evaluation of this and held his own "88" brand.

He didn't really like the number either.

All you have to do is wait for the parchment book to arrive, and then you can buy it yourself.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and the auction officially began as the auctioneer's gavel was knocked down.