The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

Jing's hat brim was pulled low, covering his signature dark green eyes.

He lowered his voice and said, "We need a private room."

The man's cloudy eyes rolled around, and he glanced at the three people, saying indifferently: "There are gold bars in the private room, 5 gold bars for one hour, or you can bet 1 gold bars at once and get one hour for free."

"No one will disturb you at all." He paused, glanced at Ai Wanxin, raised his eyebrows and added.

The gold bars used here are of standard weight, one weighing 116.64 grams, or 3.746 ounces, which translates to about 30 per hour in a private room, or a one-time bet of 120 million for one hour.

However, if you win the bet here, you will be charged 20%, and if you lose, you will naturally get nothing.

Anyway, they are sure to make money.

Jing did not take out the gold bars, but said: "The North Pole star is clear at five nights, and colleagues do not bully others."

The man's cigarette butt drooped down, and he frowned as he looked Jing up and down before he asked, "Who are you? Why are you breaking into the kiln?"

"I am out of money and food, so I'm here to find a business."

"How big a deal?"

"From heaven to earth, there are thousands of stars in the sky and nails on the ground. We will pull out the hardest ones."

The man was originally lazy, but after listening to Jing's words, he lifted his drooping eyelids and looked at the three people carefully again.

Although Ai Wanxin didn't understand what Jing was saying, she knew clearly that he didn't just want a private room.

Her indifferent gaze met the middle-aged man's from top to bottom. The man, who was used to seeing all kinds of vicious desperadoes, subconsciously turned his eyes away.

He took a bite of his cigarette butt and turned around to shout, "Ah Si, take them to the private room."

A boy who was greeting other guests not far away responded, "I'm here, Brother Tao."

Ah Si ran to Li Wantao and asked, "Brother Tao, which one?"

Li Wantao took out a key with a black rope from the drawer and threw it to him: "This one."

Ah Si's eyes froze for a moment, but he quickly reacted. He grabbed the key with his claw-like hands and said to the three people with a warm smile, "I'll take you all downstairs."

After the three turned around and followed Ah Si away, Li Wantao's lazy look had long disappeared. He stared gloomily at their backs as they left, picked up the intercom and ordered, "Ask the brother at the door to come in and see me."

On the other side, Ah Si led the way, taking them through the bustling crowd and turning into a spiral staircase guarded by a strong man. As he went downstairs, he explained, "I'm so sorry, the elevator is broken and I can't find anyone to fix it, so we can only take the stairs."

Ai Wanxin was a little confused. Did she have to take the elevator to go to every floor?

However, after going down one floor, Ah Si did not stop and kept going down. After going down about four floors, he finally passed another guard and reached his destination.

When Ai Wanxin stepped out of the stairwell, she almost thought that Ah Si had taken them to the banquet hall of the hotel next door.

In front of me is a magnificent hall, almost as big as the underground boxing ring upstairs. From the ceiling in the center hangs an exquisite crystal chandelier that looks like an inverted pagoda.

The dim warm light of the chandelier enveloped the high platform directly below, which was a round platform exactly the same as the boxing ring upstairs.

The only difference is that on the stage are not boxers fighting for life and death, but a small string orchestra. The musicians are wearing black suits or long skirts, playing soothing classical music.

There was no one else in the hall, only huge pieces of cream-colored floor-to-ceiling glass on the four walls.

This place is so quiet and clean that it is completely different from an underground boxing ring and it doesn't even look like it has experienced the end of the world.

Ah Si did not lead them into the hall, but turned to the corridor on the side, passed by a series of tightly closed solid wooden doors, and finally came to a black door.

He opened the door with his key and let the three people in.

Behind the door is a one-bedroom and one-living room suite. Opposite the door is a full-length floor-to-ceiling window, through which you can clearly see the string orchestra playing on the round stage.

Ai Wanxin suddenly realized that what they had just seen in the hall were all one-way glass. In other words, behind those glasses were private rooms like this?

The furnishings in the room were simple. There was a set of leather sofas and a small table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Ah Si picked up a tablet from the small table and clicked it a few times very quickly. The floor-to-ceiling window suddenly turned into a large screen.

He chuckled and said, "Do you need me to introduce you guys?"

Jing took out a gold bar and threw it to him: "No need, I'll call you if I need anything."

Ah Si took the gold bar, glanced at Ai Wanxin, and said with a flattering smile: "Brother, I won't bother you anymore. The thing is still in the old place. Although it is not easy to get it now, we still have as much as you want here. You two can use it freely."

He blinked hard at Jing and Qiong. Qiong was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately. His eyes pierced into Ah Si like knives, making Ah Si feel inexplicably cold down his spine.

Jing quickly sent him out: "I know, I know."

Ah Si stepped out and closed the door considerately.

Jing immediately set up a shadow barrier around him to prevent being secretly photographed or eavesdropped.

He pulled off his mask and said aggrievedly, "Sister, it's so boring."

Ai Wanxin asked curiously, "What did he just say to you about letting go?"

Jing bared his big white teeth, trying to get away with it with an innocent smile.

Qiong turned away his eyes in pain.

"For what?" Seeing that neither of them answered, Ai Wanxin became more curious and asked.

Jing picked up the tablet, entered the control interface, and said in an exaggerated tone: "Sister, look, there is an auction today!"

Ai Wanxin narrowed her eyes and said, "It won't work. Changing the subject won't work."

Jing had to lower his head and whispered: "It's a condom, sister, he said condom."

Ai Wanxin thought it was something else. She sneered, "That's it? Can there be more here than what I have?"

Haha~ I have a warehouse in my space!

Qiong Hejing's brain was stuck for a full three seconds.

Is this the important point?

Also, is this a place where you need to have a desire to win? !

Ai Wanxin, who knew the answer, immediately shifted her attention: "What did you just say about them having an auction today?"

"And what did you just say upstairs?"

Jing came back to his senses and explained: "What I said just now was jargon. Brother Tao asked me what I was doing here, and I said I was out of money and was looking for a job."

"He asked me what kind of job I was looking for, and I said I was looking for a job that involved killing people."

Ai Wanxin blinked: "Is there such a job here?"

Jing said obediently: "Yes, sister, the upper level here is an underground boxing ring, and the lower level is a black market hall. As long as you have money, you can buy anything here, and of course you can buy your life."

"As for the auction, it's similar to a normal auction, except that the items sold here are a little more diverse."

Ai Wan nodded in understanding, then changed the subject and asked, "But aren't we here to find the person who filmed the video?"