Chapter 172 Make Some Money Before Taking Action
The South City Auction.
Abella checked the information and entered Booth No. 3 with Sam. Shortly after, someone reported their whereabouts to The Wolf Gang Boss.
"Mr. Garcia, The A Gang is here! I didn't expect them to have the audacity to step into our territory. It's like finding what you've been looking for without any effort at all."
"Do you ever read books?" Mr. Garcia took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled it onto the man's face.
"Boss, you underestimate me. I went to primary school for a few years..." The subordinate licked his face, trying to please him.
Before he could finish his sentence...
Mr. Garcia forcefully crushed his cigarette butt on the man's head. "I haven't read any books, so I hate it when people try to show off their knowledge in front of me!"
"Ah..." The subordinate trembled in pain but dared not resist. He got down on his knees and begged, "Boss, you misunderstood. I don't have any knowledge. I'm only worthy of being your ashtray..."
There was a sizzling sound coming from the man's head, causing him immense pain, but he desperately endured it...
Mr. Garcia coldly chuckled, "Does it hurt?"
"Not at all, not at all! Thanks to Mr. Garcia, it woke me up. I suddenly feel refreshed and clear-headed!"
"Ha." Mr. Garcia let go of him, sparing him further pain.
"Boss, should we surround them and capture them in one fell swoop?"
"No rush." Mr. Garcia lit another long cigarette, took a drag, and blew out a cloud of smoke. "We'll wait until they buy the treasure."
Before killing them, let's make some small money.
"Yes, I understand..." The subordinate was about to leave when Mr. Garcia stopped him again. "How many of them are there?"
"T-them? There are two, one man and one who seems like a woman..."
Seems like a woman?
"You can't even tell if it's a woman?"
It seems that he misjudged the positioning of the cigarette earlier.
It shouldn't have been extinguished on his head but on his eyes.
"You are completely blind!"
Terrified, the subordinate hurriedly said, "That person is wearing a duckbill cap and a large mask on their face. They're dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, making it hard to tell..."
"Stay away."
"Yes, yes..."
Mr. Garcia took a few more drags. Huh, just two people? They're really bold!
Daring to blow up The Wolf Gang's base? Let them come with their lives, but not leave with them!!
Octagonal stage.
Each side corresponds to a booth, a total of three floors high. Abella's Booth No. 3 is on the highest level.
"Boss, look at this. It's merciless!" Sam noticed that there was only one bidding button in the booth, and each bid was 30 million, continuously increasing!
"It's insane! They are blatantly robbing money! The Wolf Gang's actions are really ugly."
Abella crossed her legs and casually sat on the sofa, one hand on her phone and the other hand picking up the lemon water on the table, taking a sip.
"Boss, aren't you afraid it's poisoned?"
"Sam widened his eyes, as if admiring the courage of the boss.
On the other hand, Abella was not impressed, "What kind of poison in this world can I not solve?"
"Good point..." saying that, Sam also picked up a glass of lemon water and drank it in one gulp!
Being busy with the boss all day today, he was indeed thirsty!
Not to mention, this lemon water is quite delicious!
He poured another glass and continued, "In domestic auctions, the bidding buttons have options like one hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, one million, and so on.
But here, they start with thirty million! It's really despicable! Boss, you haven't answered my question just now."
"Hmm?"
"How much money do you have on hand?"
Looking at his sincere smiling face, Abella extended her slender finger and made a two gesture.
"Two hundred billion? Alright, alright..." Sam drank the lemon water with peace of mind, and the stone in his heart finally fell, "Two hundred billion, at least we can resist against The C Gang for a while."
"Remove one zero."
Sam sprayed out the lemon water he was drinking, "What? Two, twenty billion? Boss, are you kidding me? Can twenty billion buy ginseng? I estimate that those bastards will kill us!"
"Oh, I didn't plan on buying."
"Ah?" Sam swallowed and said, "Boss, you won't buy, won't steal, and won't owe money. Are you planning to just take it by force?"
"Hmm." He had such intention.
"..." Sam looked utterly despondent. It's over, it's over. He had handed over his guns and small bombs to the security guards outside the door. How long can he fight unarmed? It was hopeless.
"Boss, I'm getting older. Next time we have a mission like this, you can consider Tony... Tony is agile and invulnerable to knives and guns..."
"Oh, I recorded it. I'll send it to Tony later."
"No..."
In private room number 2, John respectfully spoke up, "Mr. Bourbon, ginseng will appear last. Would you like to rest for a while?"
"No need." Philippe, sitting on a single chair, had a cold gaze and emitted a powerful aura, "How is Grandma doing?"
"Scott just called and said her condition is worse..."
It seems she won't last much longer.
"The plane is ready. As soon as we get the item, we'll go back immediately."
I wonder if that little girl has finished work, and if she had a proper meal at home...
Just a short time after leaving, he already missed her strangely.
At this moment, a male auctioneer arrived at the center of the octagon and took a small hammer, authoritatively speaking, "Now, I announce, the auction begins!"
The first treasure was a beautiful woman, imprisoned in an iron cage, hugging her knees in loneliness and helplessness.
She looked pitiful.
"Grasping a big grass... This City South Auction is really appalling." Sam's eyes were truly opened. Every time he came here, he could have his perceptions refreshed by these people...
Abella kept her phone pressed to her ear and didn't even lift her head.
"Starting price is thirty million!"
Several private rooms immediately bid thirty million, and soon, a few more private rooms raised the price...
The stage screen displayed in real time:
"Private room number 7: sixty million."
"Private room number 9: sixty million."
"Private room number 6: 60 million."
"Private room number 11: 60 million."
Since the prices offered by the three private rooms were the same, they had to continue increasing the bid.
However, both private rooms number 7 and number 11 believed that, being just a woman, 60 million was already a high price, and it wouldn't be worth it to bid any higher.
Thus, during the third round of bidding, they remained silent.
"Private room number 9: 90 million!"
"Private room number 9: 90 million, the first time!"
"Private room number 9: 90 million, the second time!"
"Private room number 9: 90 million, the third time, sold!"
"Let us congratulate the buyer of room number 9 for achieving their wish!"
"These people are just despicable!" Sam secretly cursed, feeling disgusted that even the girl had been openly priced!
"That's how the world is," Abella casually tapped the screen of her phone and casually reminded, "especially in the Triangle District, where everything you think is impossible or shouldn't happen, takes place every day."
"Boss, how come I feel like you, at such a young age, live more insightfully than I do?"
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