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"Pat..."
Oliver Walker lit a cigarette amidst the desolate north wind of the night, his eyes gradually becoming deep and profound.
He then leaped back onto his feet and returned to the auction house the way he had come.
As for whether Vivian Li would add to the slaughter, he did not know.
But he did know that Jessica Wright should not kill indiscriminately.
Furthermore, if he didn't get his hands on the Spirit Gathering Grass, the entire pyramid would be plunged into crisis.
The situation in the pyramid was truly besieged on all sides!
Meanwhile, Vivian Li, in a fit of rage, had slashed open the wooden box that was within reach, but all thirty-nine were empty.
She was on the verge of going mad!
"Ashiba!"
"Liar!"
"They're all liars!"
"Gather the men, we're attacking the auction house!"
Indeed, she had gone mad; otherwise, she wouldn't have done something so crazy!
The temptation of the Spirit Gathering Grass was irresistible to her!
