Bloodline!

Headquarters of the Coiling Dragon Auction House, inside an office.

Thump!

A human head rolled across the desktop, leaving a long trail of blood.

What a pity.

Li Wenbo let out a soft sigh, drew out a square cloth, and wiped the bloodstains from his hands bit by bit.

His gaze shifted downward, fixed on the wide-open eyes of the severed head, and he shook his head.

"Don't look at me. Every decision you made before was correct. If you want to blame someone..."

His voice trailed off, Li Wenbo gradually falling silent, until at last he couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

"You can only blame Li Qingshan for rising too fast and possessing freakish talent!"

"A hundred-zhang Dharmakaya—his foundational depth already surpasses that of Feng Boyong. What's more, Li Qingshan is only a little over fifty years old; his cultivation speed far exceeds ordinary imagination!"

"Such a monstrous figure is not someone our auction house can afford to make an enmity with. Likewise, the Black Gold VIP's information must never be leaked."

"Therefore, I can only ask you to make one last contribution to the auction house."

Li Wenbo offered an apologetic smile, raised his right hand, and swept it across the desktop.

The bloodstains and the head quietly turned to powder, immediately swallowed by tiny spatial rifts and annihilated into nothingness.

The desk was once again spotless and clean.

Things look so much more comfortable when they're clean!

Li Wenbo wore a satisfied smile, pulled open a drawer, and took out a communicator shaped like a wristwatch.

This was Yu Feng's communicator.

His finger tapped the screen, brought up the communication logs, and swiped rapidly until a long string of garbled code appeared.

Black-and-gold garbled code!

Li Wenbo raised an eyebrow and fell into contemplation.

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