Chapter 1834: After Raising Guabao, I Faked My Death 28

The Annuonos Underground City auction had no rules binding it; as long as you had money, you could buy anything you wanted.

At the climax of the banquet auction, the guests seated below were no ordinary people—top-tier assassins who were ruthless and vicious, serial killers hunted by the FBI, and fallen nobles of immense wealth.

Money, sin, profit.

The abyss, a dark place without light where killing intent lurks everywhere.

Inside this packed, noisy, dark‑red primary trading hall, only the front‑row seats were empty, urgently awaiting more important guests.

Under the gaze of the entire crowd, the underground city lord Eld, who came escorted by Wen Si Luo and the assassination squad, and Wen Zhu, who was pushed in his wheelchair by Zhengyi—externally the explanation was always that Wen Zhu had been injured in some operation, but smart people had already guessed the reason and were now even more loyal to Wen Si Luo, which made Wen Zhu extremely unhappy.

Wen Zhu's condition looked terrible; it was obvious that even with Eld's protection, Wen Si Luo, who was gaining more control over the fighting arena, still made him suffer greatly.

His head hung low; he only lifted it when passing beside Eld, his gloomy eyes fixed sharply on Wen Si Luo, so sharp he seemed to want to tear Wen Si Luo's flesh apart.

Wen Zhu naturally hated Wen Si Luo, especially after noticing that as Wen Si Luo grew up, he deliberately hid his feminine facial features, becoming less and less like his mother, which made Wen Zhu regret bringing him here even more.

What's stranger is that ever since he received the news that Jin Chen had returned, whenever he tried to plot Wen Si Luo's death, he would inevitably recall in his nightmares the terrifying scene of that day when Jin Chen vanished.

Wen Zhu was tormented to the point of resembling a withered wreck, clinging to life, his grudge growing day by day, Distorted beyond human shape.

"Even if I die… die, I will kill you."

Wen Zhu hung his head low, muttering under his breath, looking nothing like the person in charge of the fighting arena, more like a rotting old man on his deathbed.

Zhengyi, who was pushing Wen Zhu's wheelchair behind him, heard the words, glanced without reaction at Wen Si Luo behind Eld, and his eyes darkened slightly.

When Wen Si Luo noticed the gaze and looked over, he quickly averted his eyes, then carelessly waved at Yunran, who sat waiting in the corner.

At this moment, only ten minutes remained before the auction began, and the front seat opposite Eld was still empty.

But the VIPs from the previous sessions had already arrived, while the guests below were busy speculating who the last remaining one would be.

Until they saw a man emerge from the dark door, follow the auction hall's person-in-charge Mr. Weixun, and take the main seat.

"God, is that Duoluoge?! He's actually still alive?"

"You really didn't missee… Good heavens, Eld actually couldn't kill him—Duoluoge has come back for revenge!"

In the past, Eld spared no effort to gain total control of the underground city, even killing his own daughter and son‑in‑law, yet Duoluoge didn't die!

This was an auction named Revenge—they quickly realized it and became excited, the frenzy in their blood seemingly igniting as they cheered for Duoluoge's arrival.

Only Wen Si Luo's attention was not on Duoluoge.

He stood in the VIP section, his pupils suddenly narrowing as they locked onto the tall man in a windbreaker who followed Duoluoge inside, a tremor near panic crawling up his spine.

Even wearing a mask, even if he could clearly see the face beneath it and it wasn't Jin Chen's—perhaps some special skin mask—but Wen Si Luo was absolutely certain.

The man, whose every gesture exuded nobility and who looked like a regular at the auction, was none other than the brother who should still have been waiting for him in that house.

Why.

Wen Si Luo couldn't think of any way for Jin Chen to escape, yet he still slipped away without Wen Si Luo knowing.

After realizing he might never be able to keep Jin Chen locked up, Wen Si Luo's face turned ashen; the possessive undercurrent in his heart turned into a towering wave that violently slammed against his reason.

Meanwhile, Jin Chen was still talking to a man he didn't know at all.

"I'll draw them away, but you must stall the auction as long as possible—preferably not giving the Fighting King a chance to act."

Duoluoge's assistant Bote said that, worried that some wanted criminals on the guests' platform might read his lips, he tilted his head and leaned in a bit.

Jin Chen hummed, quickly noticing the direct stare, he followed it back and locked eyes with Wen Si Luo—his unobstructed mouth curled up, then he slightly shook his head to signal Wen Si Luo not to act rashly.

By now Duoluoge had brought them near the main seat; on the circular auction stage, Duoluoge and Eld sat opposite each other, each wanting to kill the other.

"Wen Si Luo, do you know the person opposite you?" Eld suddenly asked, turning his head to look at Wen Si Luo with a gaze that hinted at some other meaning—dangerous.

He could not accept Wen Si Luo working for Duoluoge, unless this "brave" youth wanted to leave his life entirely in the underground city.

"I don't know him."

Wen Si Luo said this with some difficulty, but his strange state was already noticeable to Zhengyi.

It must be that only something called Xigemeng could provoke such a reaction from Wen Si Luo.

Zhengyi thought that, feeling a bit of schadenfreude, but he didn't see that person's figure.

Just then, Wen Si Luo suddenly whispered something to Eld and, a few minutes before the auction began, walked over to the opposite side.

Below the auction stage, people of all kinds clamored nonstop, the place in an uproar; those who recognized Wen Si Luo's enforcers and wanted criminals were drawn to look, following the direction he was walking.

【Oh my, Xiao Luo looks angry, host.】 Ling Gun Gun's tone carried a hint of meaning; it was obvious that the dear host had already been anticipated to experience what.

To be honest, Jin Chen also didn't know what Wen Si Luo had come to do now, and it was even possible he would ruin Duoluoge's plan.

But he still stood up, and in the next instant Wen Si Luo forcibly ripped off his mask, revealing a face no one recognized.

"Sir, do we know each other?" Jin Chen gave a gentlemanly smile, his eyes flickering slightly.

His hand hanging at his side silently squeezed Wen Si Luo's palm, like a flirtation, yet also like soothing.

Even though they were being watched by so many people, a single move could easily expose their identities.

Wen Si Luo gritted his teeth; his remaining reason told him he should cooperate with Jin Chen,

He ought to be a bit more obedient; his brother always had his own things he wanted to do.

But the problem was, Wen Si Luo clearly felt he had little reason left, only incessant surging, scorching emotion.

If the setting were appropriate, Wen Si Luo would very much like to bury himself in Jin Chen's embrace to seek comfort and a kiss.

So, he could only change his method of obtaining it now.

"Now we know each other."

Wen Si Luo said in a low, hoarse voice, suddenly gripping Jin Chen's neck and pressing him against himself, then tilting his head up to bite Jin Chen's lips.

Wen Si Luo kissed with great force, even urgently, not holding back at all, his teeth clacking against the lips.

At the moment their lips collided, Jin Chen tasted blood—presumably his own—and Wen Si Luo, without hesitation, sucked hard several times, leaving a slight numbness.

Jin Chen hissed, a hint of nasal tone in his voice, appearing relaxed and loose, his arms loosely encircling Wen Si Luo's waist, then pressing down in a punishing manner.

"Guabao, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

Jin Chen whispered a laugh in his ear, the tail end slightly raised, teasing Wen Si Luo's neck into a tingling sensation, ambiguous and entrancing.

So what if you've discovered it?

Wen Si Luo gave a soft hum, not answering Jin Chen's question; instead, he stepped back half a pace, released him, lifted his chin, and still looked somewhat haughty.

"I've taken a liking to you."

Wen Si Luo said this in front of everyone, suppressing his cold aloofness and displeasure; he rubbed away the bloodstain at the corner of his lips with his fingertip, gave Jin Chen an inscrutable smile, and said, "You suit my taste."

The few Duo Luoge people around Jin Chen:??

After a brief surprise, their gaze toward Jin Chen held some sympathy, as if he had put a green hat on himself.

Jin Chen: "..."

"It's my honor." Jin Chen even placed a business card in Wen Si Luo's chest pocket, stroking his collarbone in an ambiguous, flirtatious manner before withdrawing his hand.

Wen Si Luo turned back to Eld's side, his expression still cold and stern.

The people opposite Zhengyi were all dumbfounded.

He looked Wen Si Luo up and down several times.

This person, in front of Xigemeng, keeps calling him brother and forbidding him from looking at others, yet he himself ended up playing so extravagantly.

Knowing that Wen Si Luo was no good person, Zhengyi thought solemnly.