Auction
Feng Luo held the invitation letter and looked deeply at Jaka Jack. Then, he withdrew his gaze and stepped into a black luxury car.
The lights in the car were soft, and the sand-gold seats emitted a faint leather fragrance.
Jakajak followed closely behind, sitting in the front passenger seat. His palms were still slightly sweaty.
He didn't dare to look directly at Feng Luo, only occasionally meeting his gaze in the rearview mirror.
"Drive. "As soon as Feng Luo gave the order, the driver immediately started the car.
The car drove on the crowded night streets. The high-rise buildings and neon lights on both sides were like silent observers, watching them pass through the bustling city.
A week later, Feng Luo stood in front of a magnificent auction hall.
The entrance to the hall was a huge arch made of pure gold. On both sides of the door stood uniformed, expressionless security guards.
