The auction venue was heavily guarded, each guard a master among masters, their auras concealed, yet Ye Chenfeng could sense a faint murderous intent emanating from them, a killing intent that could only be honed by taking many lives.
It made him all the more curious about the people behind the auction.
Since Yoshida Masakazu had taken care of everything, Ye Chenfeng easily entered the venue.
There truly was a mix of people at the auction—foreigners, Koreans, Japanese, and Ye Chenfeng even spotted a few people from Nanyang, all of whom had a cold gaze and emitted an extremely uncomfortable aura.
Hm?
But in the next moment, Ye Chenfeng saw a familiar figure—it was actually Chen Xijun.
Shouldn't she have already gone back? Why was she still in Macau, and even at the cruise auction?
"Hey, sweetheart, you're really sexy today, I just can't take my eyes off you!" Ye Chenfeng stealthily approached Chen Xijun from behind and whispered with a perfect London accent.
