The middle-aged man watched Ronglin's figure gradually disappear at the venue entrance with great interest. No one knew what he was thinking, but a faint smile curled at his lips, leaving the surrounding bodyguards and underlings utterly baffled.
Ronglin led a large group of subordinates into the venue. Under the receptionist's guidance, they entered the auction hall, where the auction was proceeding quite smoothly. Excited laughter, disappointed roars, and expectant cries filled the place with noise.
The group reached the center of the auction floor's seating area. Quite a few people around them were displeased by Ronglin's group rudely forcing their way in, but when they saw the sheer size of his entourage, they immediately lost some of their nerve.
Wilk squeezed through the crowd with them, looking rather uncomfortable as he asked beside Ronglin, "Boss, wouldn't it be more comfortable to get a private room? This bunch reeks all over. With you sitting here, it's beneath your status!"
Ronglin shot him a glance and ignored him, instead looking toward the item currently being auctioned.
"Aha! A mysterious Treasure Map, from the Green Leaf Pirates, who were wiped out just last month." The host held up a tray and uncovered it for everyone to see, confirming that a Treasure Map indeed lay on it. "Knowing their strength was limited and that they could no longer protect this Treasure Map, they decided to sell it in exchange for funds to rebuild their pirate crew!"
"Is this Treasure Map reliable?" someone shouted.
"Haha! This venue offers no quality guarantee!" the host said with a broad smile. "This venue only takes one-tenth of the final transaction amount as commission, ensuring that the item is successfully auctioned here and guaranteeing the safety of all bidders and the treasures they obtain. Beyond that, we bear