The Secret Lover Strikes [Rebirth]

The early morning in Khorsikan is completely opposite to the brilliant daylight of Capital Star. The gray sky gives people the illusion that night is coming.

Ron walked ahead with a gloomy expression, behind him was Roy and his party of six.

They were walking on the streets of the inner city at this moment. Compared with the desolate and barren land, this place finally had a bit of a prosperous city.

The flow of people shuttled between those inconspicuous small shops. Roy glanced at them, but he couldn't tell what these shops that didn't even have a sign were operating.No wonder they had to put up with Ron's capriciousness and let him lead the way.Without acquaintances, you probably can't even touch the door of the inner city here.

Just now when he saw Ron En just whispering something in the ear of the tall and burly guard, the guard opened the doors one after another without hesitation, and he thought that Ron En was some kind of street bully .

The street bully was obviously not in a good mood. Roy woke up early in the morning and didn't understand how he fell asleep yesterday, but he heard Lin En say that Ron En didn't seem to sleep in the store last night.

He didn't know that it was the mental fluctuations of himself and Willard that affected the sleep of the shopkeeper, but instead he enjoyed the scenery of the inner city in a peaceful mood.

At this moment, Wendy walked up to him, and slightly raised the gauze cap that covered half of his face. Wendy first glanced at Roy's collar. The decent dress could cover the back of Roy's neck. Wendy looked After a long time, she didn't see whether the skin there was intact, so she could only open her mouth and asked in a low voice, "Roy, what happened last night?"

Although this was a private matter between the boss and Roy, even a private matter, it sounded bad to her, but as the only guide in the team besides Roy, Wendy was no less worried than Willard.Even though Roy has outstanding abilities, the newly awakened guide is like a baby holding a match, and a little carelessness will cause danger.What's more... Wendy felt that the match in Roy's hand was probably not a match, but a burning torch.

Although Lynn hesitated to speak, Roy didn't expect Wendy to ask this question first.Everyone kept silent about what happened last night, and Roy, who had a clear conscience, was also embarrassed.

Scratching his cheek with his fingers, Roy chuckled and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I gave Willard's mental image a simple soothing treatment yesterday."

As he spoke, he quietly pointed to Willard who was walking in front of him, and whispered to Wendy, "Do you think he looks better today?"

Wendy paused for a moment with the hand that was caressing the veil, and the veil slipped down between her fingers, covering her astonished face.

Of course she felt that Willard was refreshed and in a good mood after waking up early in the morning. Just seeing his and Ron's faces changed drastically, she thought it was the boss who had finally regained a victory, so she got emotional. soaring.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be... Wendy's thoughts were a little confused for a moment. Regardless of the feasibility of Roy's ability to give top-level sentries mental assistance treatment before he has just awakened and has not undergone systematic training, Willard is different from ordinary people. The situation is a thorny issue. Even Teacher Tracy couldn't get in touch with the damaged mental image of the boss. Did Roy treat Willard?

This is even more unbelievable than the disappearance of Khorsikan without a trace!

Wendy's astonishment still remained on her face, and the group had already turned into a narrow alley.The moment they turned into the alley, not far from them, three people turned around and turned out of the alley, and their figures quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Ron turned around and looked at Willard, gritted his teeth and said, "You guys wait here."

With a calm expression, Willard took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Ron En, as if he couldn't see his hateful eyes

"Here is 100 million big coins, enough for you." Willard said calmly, "Remember, it is six tickets."

The original plan was for Xiu and Lynn to support them outside, but when they got here, they were told by Ron that the shielding facilities of Khorsikan were very powerful, not to mention the communication signal, even the positioning tools would be interfered and unable to work.So the mission this time is to show up on the scene collectively.

Willard was right. The 100 million Big Coins were equivalent to 150 million Universal Coins. No matter what method was used, it was enough to buy the tickets for the six of them.

Although he said he would only send them into the inner city and disturbed him from sleeping well last night, Ron En was a soldier after all, and he didn't really take the important order as a trifle.

With a cold snort, Ron snatched the card. Willard's calm expression made him even angrier. He glared at Willard angrily, and said, "You will disappear before my eyes after you take the ticket."

Throwing down these words, Ron turned and walked deep into the alley.At the end of the alley, he turned a corner and entered another alley.There was only one shop in that alley, and Ron walked over without hesitation.When he walked to the door, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and there was an inexplicable breath in the air that made him look dazed for a while.

Shaking his head violently, Ron clenched his fists. Damn it, it must be because he didn't sleep well last night. He will never accept orders related to Willard again, absolutely.After making up his mind, he opened the door and entered.

When Ron En walked back from the unremarkable shop to the place where Willard and his party stayed, his expression was even uglier than before.

Owen was startled, and blurted out, "Don't you have any tickets?"

If they can't enter the auction house, then they really came in vain this time.

Unexpectedly, Ron En punched the wall violently, and the wall where the innocent suffered cracked, and the cobweb-like cracks told the evil deeds of the perpetrator.

"That old fellow Panard, why bother. You want to deliver things left behind in the store to previous customers. Damn it, I have to go to deliver them before selling tickets to me. Such a kind heart, no wonder he was pushed to open a store on the back street."

Willard glanced at the tickets that Ron En held in his other hand, there were no more, no less, exactly seven tickets.

He smiled slightly: "Boss Ron En, you are welcome to come with us."

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Compared with the high-spending casinos and bars where people and snakes mingled, Khorsikan is most famous for the underground auction house that occupies almost one-third of the inner city.

The name of the auction house is Khorsikan. Yes, this planet is named after this auction house, which is enough to show how popular and eye-catching this huge underground black market is. The flow of people coming and going to Khorsikan , almost 80.00% of them came for this auction house.

Probably Ron En's face was too ugly, even Roy's harmless face couldn't save the polite waiter's first impression on the group.

These bodyguards were very difficult to mess with at first glance, the waiter quickened his pace without any trace, and led them all the way to the private room on the third floor.

When they reached the door of the innermost room on the third floor, the waiter turned around with a decent smile, stretched out his hand and respectfully opened the door, and said, "Hello, guest, your room has arrived."

None of the group of seven people moved. Roy's curious expression became displeased when he saw the end of the dark corridor. He scowled and pouted: "Why is it such a ghostly location, I don't want to look here !"

The waiter's smile froze. At this moment, Willard suddenly raised his hand, greeted Ron's head with a thump, and said angrily: "It's all your fault, you got up so late and delayed our time, otherwise why would you buy it? to such a remote location."

Horsikan covers a large area, but the auction house only has three floors. The first and second floors are reserved for members who send invitations in advance, while the third floor and the lobby are for normal sales, but even so, today's auction The tickets were sold out a few months ago, and the waiter knew that being able to buy tickets already showed that these outsiders had some connections. Even for such an inconspicuous location, it would cost hundreds of thousands of bigrams.

Ron En, who was hit by the flying catastrophe, was stunned for a second, then jumped up in rage, grabbed Willard by the collar and slammed him against the wall: "What did you say?"

Seeing that Ron En raised his fist and was about to hit Willard in the face, the waiter hurriedly dissuaded him: "Guests, guests, don't fight, private fighting is forbidden here."

Owen and Xiu stepped forward to pull the two of them, and saw Roy frowning, pressing his forehead as if in embarrassment, and shouted: "Enough! Stop!"

Willard turned his head to look at Roy, not wanting to miss his rare moment of putting on a show, but Ron was so angry that he didn't let go of his raised fist.

Roy puffed his face, and reprimanded like iron: "You two are too shameful, I will ask Dad to fire you two when I go back." Then he said condescendingly, "Forget it, since Now that we’re all here, I’ll just use this room reluctantly, the auction is about to start, so don’t delay my important business.”

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the frail little young master again, and barely raised him from the rich and the rich to the level of a fool with a lot of money.

Immediately bowed and thanked, the waiter opened the door for them again: "Distinguished guest, welcome to Khorsikan, a wonderful and unmissable show is about to begin, I hope you have a good time."

Under the gaze of the waiter, several people entered the private room one after another, and the waiter bowed again before carefully closing the door.

This private room was not big, not even as big as the room Willard and Roy lived in last night, but it was equipped with all the facilities in the narrow space.

The moment the door closed, several people moved, and Owen stuck to the door to guard the door.Wendy carefully flipped through the number plate on the table and the very conspicuous betting button on the table.

With a cold expression, she bent down and touched the button carefully, but opened her mouth and said: "Master, you must be exhausted, please sit down and rest for a while."

The young master she was talking about was hiding behind the curtain at the moment, looking at the crowded venue.Hearing the words, he couldn't help shivering, and then lazily replied: "I'm not tired, why are you tired, the fun is about to begin."

Several other people turned on the optical computer. Roy didn't know what function they had called up. They saw a small screen rising from the optical computer. They used the screen to scan every wall in the room and the hidden corners in the room. place.

Only Ron entered the door, and sat on the bench in the corner with a sullen face without saying a word.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

When several people turned off their optical brains, they quickly found their positions.

The waiter opened the door and came in, facing the generous face of one of the bodyguards, he lifted up the tray with cold drinks and delicious fruits in his hand, and the bodyguard stepped back half a step expressionlessly.

The waiter walked in slowly, and saw the squeamish young master sitting on a chair, flipping through the auction board boredly, and someone who was probably a maid leaned over and asked, "Master, is it hot, do you want to take off your coat?"

The young master didn't speak, but stretched out his arms, and immediately a short boy stepped forward and took off the young master's coat respectfully along with the maid.

The waiter kept smiling, put the tray on the table, bowed and said, "This is a free fruit drink in the store, I hope the young master likes it."

The haughty young master didn't even look at the fruit plate, he just cut between his teeth, as if he didn't have much hope for any good fruit on this desolate and messy planet.

He looked ahead and asked coldly, "When will the auction start?"

The noisy voice downstairs could be heard clearly even on the third floor, it probably made the young master lose his patience.

The waiter smiled slightly: "Dear guest, it only takes a moment for the auction to start. Listen."

There was a ding-dong bell from downstairs, and the waiter withdrew amidst the joy on the young master's face.

The moment the door closed, Owen put his ear on the door panel. After listening for a while, he raised his hand and made a gesture.

There were applause and cheers from downstairs, but the few people in the private room didn't pay attention at all.Lynn took out a small jar from the wide hoodie pocket.There were a few uneaten sugar balls in the jar, and Lynn stuffed one into his mouth in front of the guards just when he was checking at the entrance.

Now, he poured out all the sugar balls, turned the jar over, and tore off the label sticker at the bottom.Then he turned on his optical brain and scanned a red line that was exposed.

With a beep, Roy saw that the jar looked like a robot that had triggered a switch. It split in two halves first, then the lid flipped down, and it turned into a small robot. The appearance of the robot is very simple, just On the round body is a thin tube that is as long as the little finger, and on the top is a camera that rotates in all directions.

It was the first time for Roy to see Lynn's precious device, and his surprise this time was not a show at all. On the round body of the little robot, a layer of black cover slowly rose, covering the His whole fuselage is caged in it.

Lynn had just placed this device on the table and aimed it downstairs when he heard the knock on the door again.

At that moment, Roy stood up abruptly, grabbed the coat that was hanging on the armrest of the chair, and threw it on the little robot. He leaned forward to block his clothes, pretending to lean over to look out.

The next moment, Owen opened the door, with a reasonable and perfect response time.

The square-faced bodyguard was obviously a little impatient, and finally said, "What else?"

The waiter was not intimidated at all, he looked into the room without any trace of his gaze, and found that other than the bodyguard, no one else was looking at him.

The waiter's smile deepened, and he raised the tray in his hand again, saying: "Because the shop's poor service has affected the customer's good mood, this is a special gift from the shop to express its apology."

As he said that, he wanted to go in. Owen took the tray over with a blank expression, without looking at the things under the brocade cloth, and said, "You can go."

He was about to close the door, but the waiter hurriedly said, "Wait a minute."

At this time, the people in the room began to cast their gazes, and the waiter gently persuaded Roy who was poking out: "Dear guest, the high-definition picture in the center of the stage will be played on the wall in the room in a while, please don't look into it." It's very dangerous to be born."

The young master, who was deaf, didn't hear his advice at all, and slapped the table and shouted: "Ha, that host's beard is so funny, is he a fan of Bartley?"

Bartley, the principal of the famous St. Mary's College in the empire, the empire does not know how many elites are his favorite students.

Taking out a few big coins from his pocket and throwing them at the waiter, Owen repeated again: "Don't come again."

Finally bowed in satisfaction, the waiter left slowly after closing the door tightly.

He weighed the coins in his hand, and thought, sure enough, rich people are different. The rich young master who did not appear in the private room on the first or second floor probably sneaked out behind his back, so he didn't have an invitation card. I just don't know who his father is, but it seems that the group of them is not a threat. Fortunately, a monitor was not wasted.

He walked past the private room next door to the rich young master, and slowly frowned, this private room was a bit strange.If you say you are rich, you can't tell how rich you are. The tip is only one bigram. If you say you are poor...can the poor afford this place?

The waiter frowned, thinking, anyway, there were only three people in that room, so forgive them for not being able to make a big deal out of it.

This auction has been planned for half a year, but there are not many monitors left.

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In Roy's private room, several people breathed a sigh of relief. Owen carefully lifted the brocade cloth. On the cushion on the plate was a bronze dagger. The dagger was not big, but it was very delicate. The words Xikan are cast into artistic fonts, and if they are replaced by ordinary boys, they will probably like them very much. Not only can they be taken back to show off to classmates, but they can also be used as collectibles, and they are also a considerable "spiritual wealth". Every boy yearns for it.

But Roy didn't even look at it. Owen turned on the optical brain to scan, and after confirming that there was no abnormality, he left the things on the bench.

Ron sat there without saying a word. Owen glanced at him and then looked away, as if he was very used to his being out of company.

Ron En found a corner and sat down by himself from the moment he entered the room. He lowered his head and flipped through the cards in his hand.It was something that Panard gave him. It is said that the customer who bought the ticket before him accidentally dropped it on the ground.It was also Ron En's own fault. When he entered Pennard's shop, he saw the card dropped under the counter with a keen eye.

According to Penard, the last wave of guests happened to buy the room next door to their private room, and Ron only had to return the things by the way.

But Ron turned the card to the front with a blank face.It was an all-over green card. The card didn't have any logos. It just had a bright blue hollowed-out cloud pattern on the front. In the center of the pattern was a solid bright blue planet logo. If you tilt it slightly, you can see the underside of the planet. The four words reflected: Emperor Tusiweng.

Ron gripped the card tightly and looked up to meet Willard's gaze.

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In the private room next door.

Calvin stood in the middle of the ground, groping his pockets all over his body, and looking at Hunter, who was looking for something, with an innocent face.

"Did you really not see me drop that card there?" Calvin asked.

Hunt scratched the back of his head, shaking his head without a clue.

Calvin clapped his hands, "It's broken, I probably dropped it in that store."

Hunter met his gaze. Seeing that Hunter didn't understand, Calvin added helplessly, "That shop that sells admission tickets."

Another person who had been sitting on the chair interrupted Calvin's eagerness: "It's okay, anyway, the boss seems to be a good person, so what if he finds out that we are members of the alliance? I don't know in this venue. How many people are in the alliance, maybe there are not a few interstellar pirates, Calvin, calm down, let's go find them after the auction is over."

Calvin, who was awakened, nodded suddenly, probably after going to the empire, he became a little confused, he breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Hunter to sit down.

Just listen to the host's opening remarks after the heat:

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready? Khorsikan's 158th auction starts now!"

The author has something to say:

You poor stupid writers I was finally knocked down by the third flu of the year_(:з"∠)_

You may not believe it, but I really catch a cold every other week, each time getting worse.

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I don’t know if I was able to be very happy when I was a few years ago. This writing is all thanks to the little angel’s encouragement and generating electricity for love. Angel fattening is also possible, but please don’t give up on me QAQ