Hong Yun was an old hand. He could not possibly have missed what was happening. Yet he had still said that. These people really could be relied on!
Tang Changsheng smiled. "I can handle the fighting myself. I might cause quite a commotion, though, so I'll have to leave the aftermath to you, Master Hong!"
Hong Yun burst out laughing. "That's easy enough. Master Tang, you're a guest of Hanliu Hall. We can't let anyone bully you here in Lufadan.
"If word got out, how could Hanliu Hall ever show its face in the martial world again? Don't worry. Leave it to me. I'll send Master Wang Jinhai over to help you!"
Tang Changsheng thanked him and hung up. Everything was ready. He was going to Christie Auction Company. Whoever had done this had picked a fight with Master Tang. Did they really think he was a soft persimmon they could squeeze?
Christie Auction Company was one of the largest auction houses in the world. In fact, auctions of items connected to the Demon Web made up only a tiny, hidden part of its business.
Its antique and art auctions each spring and autumn were grand occasions for collectors around the world.
Christie Auction Company occupied a vast site and even had an office building of its own.
Although it was already past midnight, the building was ablaze with lights tonight, especially the general manager's office.
Anyone who entered and made it up to the top three floors would find corpses strewn across the floors and dried, congealed blood everywhere.
They were all dead. Every last one of them!
Everyone at Christie Auction Company, from top to bottom, had been wiped out.
Its senior staff had gathered in a conference room for a meeting, while gunmen filled all three floors.