The sky darkened like it was in haste to shield the abomination that was cooked for the night. While the mortals were snoring or clubbing, a few individuals, like the day before, were all seated in a portable hall, mingling while waiting for the auction to begin.
Den and his crew were the last to appear. When they did, almost everyone approached them for small talks, however, there were three guys who pretended as though the Triads didn't exist, or maybe they truly had no idea who the Triads were. Moreover, Central Mainland was the world for the top dogs of Country A, so it wouldn't be weird if the three guys were even bigger than the Triads.
Den and his crew sat in the respective seats after chit chatting with those who had gone gone to greet them and joined the waiting crowd.
