Chapter 1835: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 29

"Mr. Aierde," Wen Si Luo restrained his expression as he returned to his side, and three small silver spheres popped open from his palm.

Without a doubt, everyone in the underground city was familiar with this bomb, a single one of which could blow up the trading venue.

"It's what that person had hidden; I'm certain there are only three," Wen Si Luo said.

Aierde's face grew ever darker as he turned blue, concluding that Dorogo had come today to kill him, and he could barely stay seated.

"You did well, Wen Si Luo; look for a chance to kill him," Aierde said.

"Of course, sir."

Wen Si Luo lowered his head slightly, his gloomy gaze fixed on Aierde, then faded away lightly.

I will find a chance to kill you.

——

The auction officially began.

The world's rare top-tier weapons, smuggled in to become collectors' special pursuits, and various medicines with strange effects, all came from major laboratories processed by the FBI.

All sorts of things were available.

After the underground city's unique foundation operated, the origins of these things would become reasonable and reliable—if not, it didn't matter, as fugitives didn't care about that; they only cared about actually getting their hands on them.

In the heated auction, no one noticed someone missing, or what they were doing; even dying here was completely normal.

Until a loud bang sounded.

Everyone looked up in surprise; after the dust cleared, the Main Gate of the First Hall was blown open, and a figure stood outside.

A very familiar unique ghost mask.

"It's the mysterious thief!" someone in the crowd shouted, and chaos erupted instantly.

They still remembered that Mr. Aierde said capturing the thief would cancel their bounty, something far more valuable than money.

Wen Si Luo glanced at Jin Chen without a trace; the latter smiled at him with an unfamiliar face, probably signaling him to stay calm.

And he keenly noticed that the man who had been beside Jin Chen was gone.

Wen Si Luo stared at Jin Chen for a few seconds, then turned away awkwardly, very angry.

Jin Chen shrugged helplessly, already able to predict how hard it would be to coax his wife after this.

Upon seeing the mysterious thief again, Aierde couldn't contain his anger, especially since he now suspected the thief was likely his good son-in-law, a subordinate of Dorogo.

Yet he was being played like a fool by this stupid thing.

Realizing this, Aierde flew into a rage, and upon discovering that those people couldn't accurately track the thief, he didn't hesitate to send his personal protection assassination team to pursue.

"There's only one demand! Listen up! I want him dead—whether by dismemberment or gunshot!"

Aierde growled angrily.

Amid the growing danger and smoke, the auction, now quiet again, was unaffected and continued amid the demands of those who felt it was none of their business.

But Dorogo and Aierde's people also began to confront each other in secret, neither yielding.

At that moment, Jin Chen, who had been quietly observing the whole venue, finally began to bid.

This bidding was unusual—he specifically called out items that Edel had taken a liking to, and the goal was quickly achieved; within minutes, almost everyone's eyes were on Jin Chen.

After Jin Chen had already snatched several auction items averaging tens of billions, he still went head-to-head with Aierde in the weapons auction.

This was already the fourth item he had snatched, and everyone wondered whether he would continue bidding.

A royal self-developed military weapon from a small Pacific nation, the only one in the world, with a starting bid of five hundred million.

Edel's secretary just called out: "Six hundred thirty million."

It wasn't a big increase, but since it was what Mr. Aierde wanted, no one would be foolish enough to compete with him for it.

Jin Chen: "Seven hundred million."

The secretary blinked, instinctively looked at Jin Chen, and hurriedly continued under Aierde's icy glare: "Seven hundred fifty million."

Jin Chen lazily raised his paddle: "Eight hundred million."

Secretary: "……"

Who is bidding like that!

"Nine hundred fifty million," the secretary shouted quickly, a number meant as a rapid increase, his eyes toward Jin Chen holding a warning, but after realizing this person was Dorogo's subordinate, he understood it was probably intentional.

Jin Chen, not very patient, continued raising his bid amid the excited gazes of the onlookers: "Two billion."

The venue erupted! Many leaned forward trying to identify who Jin Chen was, and they certainly hadn't failed to notice the other nobles and wealthy of Annuonos City.

The secretary couldn't not raise it further, but dared not; he stopped bidding and tremblingly sought Aierde's instruction.

They all knew that raising it further would already mean losing the weapon's intrinsic value.

Aierde's face looked terrible; he gestured, indicating the secretary should give up.

The auctioneer hammered down: "Two billion, sold! Congratulations to this gentleman for securing the fourth item!"

The venue erupted!

In just a few minutes, this man had already bid a hundred billion!

Dorogo really hadn't expected that, before Xigemeng even started, he said he had a way to draw the whole venue's attention, and it turned out to be this!

"Xigemeng, how do you have so much money?" Dorogo worried the guy would later come to him for reimbursement, saying, "I don't have that much either; you're not making up fake accounts, are you?"

Jin Chen nodded mysteriously: "No, I have money."

"Are you a noble, Xigemeng?" Dorogo guessed.

Jin Chen declared righteously: "Stole it from Edel's vault."

Dorogo: "……"

If he hadn't mistaken, after tonight's plan succeeded, he would be the owner of this underground city.

Therefore, in a sense, Xigemeng was still using his money.

……Just use it then, Dorogo wanted to cry but had no tears, anyway he couldn't beat him.