Those stubborn, pedantic, and intensely xenophobic officials of Country B would surely treat Baron Howard's words as gospel. They would do everything possible to target the High-End Auction House at every stage until it could no longer operate and was forced into bankruptcy liquidation.
Looking at the wreckage of the auction venue, Jin Daliang finally felt regret. If he had known this would happen, he should not have been so eager to take revenge.
"Gu Eight Blades!" Jin Daliang called out Grandpa Gu's name through gritted teeth, one word at a time. A pained expression crossed his face as he clutched his chest.
"Grandpa!" Jin Weixie promptly supported Jin Daliang by the arm, expertly poured him a glass of water, and fed him several fast-acting heart pills.
A few minutes later, Jin Daliang finally caught his breath. He cast one last sinister look at the surveillance monitor, then rose to his feet. "Let's go!"
"When are you planning to return home?"
In the top-floor suite of the Fog City Grand Hotel, Shen Heng smiled at Gu Jiuque seated across from him and said with the utmost consideration, "Boss Zhou has been arrested, so I suppose he won't have the chance to charter a plane to send you home. Why not take my plane and go back with me?"
Without waiting for Gu Jiuque to speak, Shen Heng added reservedly, "It's no trouble at all. We're going the same way."
Gu Jiuque: "..."
Gu Jiuque thought for a moment before saying, "Thank you for what happened today."
Shen Heng looked at him with a smile as gentle as a spring breeze and knowingly asked, "What are you thanking me for?"
Gu Jiuque had never liked beating around the bush, so he replied bluntly, "Thank you for helping me expose the