Welt Joyce.

Contrary to the solemnity one might imagine an auction to be, the venue here actually resembles a wedding venue.

And indeed, just a few days ago, a beautiful wedding was held here. At night, outside the transparent reinforced glass walls, countless neon lights of varying brightness connected to create a magnificent picture. The pillarless banquet hall was solemn and grand, and the exquisite hand-cut crystal chandeliers added to the unique atmosphere.

This is a Holiday Inn whose main business is wedding planning, and Su Qing'an is currently staying on the top High Command of this hotel.

The staff from the neighboring mall, after going through a roundabout route, ended up at this location.

In a sense, this was a rather comical joke for both the rejected professional wedding planning team and the people who flocked from all over the world.

These wealthy and time-consuming invitees, upon arriving in Singapore in various ways, expected to face open and covert attacks and a bloody storm.

But now they've arrived at a Holiday Inn that mainly caters to weddings. The table is set with extremely casually laid-out pork knuckles and roasted lamb legs, and the champagne in the ice bucket is a cheap product with a factory price of no more than three figures. They are all dressed in suits as if they are seriously attending a couple's wedding, and each of their casual accessories is more expensive than the entire table of food.

In the banquet hall, where there were no staff members, almost every detail revealed the meticulous budgeting of the person responsible for renting the venue.

What made Su Qing'an realize that the auction was finally about to begin was the curtain that was suddenly pulled back.

The stage was supposed to be where the newlyweds and the emcee were supposed to be. The emcee would then say words of blessing according to various rules, and of course, he was also responsible for creating a lively atmosphere before that.

The stage was almost empty except for one man who was yawning and leaning casually and rudely against a chair. He had his legs crossed, his elbows on the armrests supporting his head, and his light blue eyes were slightly narrowed, giving him a very lazy look.

The man was toying with a transparent glass reagent in his hand, its bright and dazzling purple light drawing everyone's attention.

The rustling sounds gradually subsided, and everyone's attention had clearly been successfully drawn to the man.

Perhaps that's the medicine advertised.

Su Qing'an pondered to herself, and if judged solely by its appearance, this reagent seemed to be of good quality.

The man opened his eyes wide, looking as if he had just woken up. His expression was somewhat irritable and dissatisfied. He casually tossed the reagent into the air, spun it a few times, caught it, and played with it, muttering to himself:

"Tsk, is it time yet?"

"Then let's begin."

The man pressed the remote control in his coat pocket, and the projection appeared in the void as the machine started.

He stood up and clapped his hands in front of the microphone set up on the stage. The crisp sound was exceptionally loud in the banquet hall, where only the sound of breathing could be heard.

"As you can see, I have what you want."

He shook the reagent in his hand; the liquid inside shimmered with an extraordinary light. The man continued:

"But you'd better not get any funny ideas. I'll be blunt: there's a little device on the invitation that tracks your location. Unless you destroy the invitation, you won't be able to find it. And most technologies can't detect it."

"So I know that 121 friends have come to Singapore today."

"But as you can see now, only forty-six people have actually arrived at the actual location."

"I hope you understand what this means."

An eerie silence fell over the crowd, but the man ignored it and clapped his hands with a smile.

A video that almost everyone present had seen before was then played on the projector.

A heartwarming story about a patient who was theoretically diagnosed with ALS (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis) and whose muscles had gradually atrophied to the point of being unable to walk, but who slowly recovered his health after taking this medication.

But both Su Qing'an and Fu Hua could see that something was wrong.

There is no such convenient drug in the world. If Su Qing'an has extremely poor adaptability to Honkai Energy, could only sense that something was wrong, then Fu Hua, who was sitting in a wheelchair, could clearly perceive the weak Honkai Energy locked in the potion bottle.

Although we don't know what technology the other party used, we can imagine that the patient is probably already in the cemetery, and at worst, he may have become black ash floating in the air, leaving no trace.

Su Qing'an believes that very few people who are still able to come here now are truly here for the purpose of seeking medical treatment.

Even if people don't know the specific knowledge system of Honkai, those who can be lured in by just a video are still a minority. Compared to the so-called drugs, the weapons of Schicksal should be the main attraction of this auction, which is why the two have remained inactive until now.

Because they couldn't confirm who was truly in charge, there were clearly other, deeper controllers behind the scenes, but that wasn't the point of this mission; they only needed to retrieve the weapons.

Therefore... it's very important whether the man on stage is in charge.

The man opened his arms and said with a smile:

"Okay, now it's time for a free grand sale! I'm sure everyone is eager to see it after watching the video, right? But I understand the concern that you might buy a fake product if you spend money. So now is the time for you to witness it for free."

"Now I will randomly invite a lucky audience member who is unwell to come up on stage, to relieve their suffering and usher in a new and wonderful life."

"Of course, if many people sign up, I'll choose the most enthusiastic one. How about it? Interested?"

A dozen seconds or so after he finished speaking, no one responded. The dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him like he was a fool, and the silence, made the man very unhappy. He listlessly glanced around at everyone present and muttered to himself into the microphone:

"That's true. Not everyone here is a fool. It's not so easy to just swindle money out of people like this. Lord Cocolia has really given me a task that I'm not good at."

This clear soliloquy was perfectly amplified by the microphone and heard by everyone present.

The man's expression turned cold, his gaze becoming indifferent and dangerous, like a wild beast waiting to devour its prey, radiating a terrifying and oppressive atmosphere.

"Then let's achieve our goal in my favorite way."

"Hey, you guys asked for this, it's not my fault at all. I did give you chances."

"Tsk, let's just go through the motions with the rest of the auctions."

He walked down from the stage step by step, an invisible and colorless force field covering the front row of the banquet hall. The tables and chairs were crushed into powder by the inexplicable force, and the dust was firmly stuck to the ground as if bowing down to something.

As the ground slowly cracked, the already nearly silent banquet hall became even more deathly still.