"Where is my card? Hand it over honestly, and I might spare your life."
Hohenheim's words were explicit: either give up the item, or face death.
This was America, after all. The death of a person wasn't anything unusual, especially when dealing with a significant figure like Hohenheim. If he wished, making an unidentified criminal disappear would be a trivial matter.
The man was visibly scared. He was just a petty thief; how could he possibly provoke someone as influential as Hohenheim?
"It wasn't me! I only stole some antiques. I have no idea what card you're talking about!"
Hohenheim had no intention of wasting more words on him. He ordered his men to drag the thief away. Those who had previously sealed off the hotel were also dismissed.
Since everyone had left, there was no reason for Luo Feng to stay. He proceeded to the auction venue.
The auction hall was far from bustling; it was somewhat deserted.
