Clown Game-Chapter 64 - 55 Auction

Chapter 64: Chapter 55 Auction

Chapter 64 -55 Auction

The three quickly arrived at the entrance of the “Jinding Building”.

On the way, Bai Xiong and Chen Xiao briefly shared their experiences during this period using the most concise words.

Let’s not talk about Chen Xiao’s “glorious deeds” for the moment.

What about Bai Xiong?

It turned out that after that night at the orphanage, Bai Xiong was also taken back to the “15th Abnormal Creature Research Institute” and was asked to enter the containment chamber “D-419” as a “lab rat” to calm it down.

But because this little fire-breathing creature had such a bad temper and hadn’t gotten over the fact that the music was played incorrectly the day before, the moment the door opened, it spewed a burst of fire that blackened the wall across the corridor.

Fortunately, Bai Xiong reacted quickly and saved the two guards behind him.

Although he spoke lightly of it, Chen Xiao could roughly surmise how dangerous the situation must have been.

After that, Bai Xiong naturally attracted the Foundation’s attention; after conducting several standard psychological tests and physical examinations, he was exceptionally admitted into the field team, becoming an “Order Foundation” field agent.

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While the process sounded simple, it was in fact extremely difficult. Very few of the Foundation’s employees recruited from lab rats, with almost every one of them possessing exceptional potential.

And Bai Xiong was clearly one of them.

Afterward, he was assigned a containment mission, and, as expected, he demonstrated incredible efficiency during the mission, even outperforming some of the more experienced field agents.

And this man named Ding Manshan was someone he met during that mission.

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There were no pleasantries, no reflections; both knew that such trivial actions were meaningless.

Thus, the somewhat unexpected reunion seemed a bit cold due to their attitudes.

But that was irrelevant.

…

At the entrance of “Jinding Building”, a woman dressed in a cheongsam politely stopped the trio. After inspecting everyone’s invitation, she gestured for them to proceed.

Only then did the trio enter the interior of the building.

“Uh… something’s not right,” Chen Xiao muttered softly.

Bai Xiong also sensed the obvious anomaly and understood what Chen Xiao meant, so he responded, “I have about as much information as you do; we can only take it one step at a time.”

Ding Manshan looked at the opulent hall, gilded and resplendent, yet sparsely populated with shadows. He didn’t say anything. In the last assignment, he had learned of Bai Xiong’s intelligence, which was completely at odds with his appearance, so he knew he didn’t need to overthink.

There are many kinds of smart people.

Those like Chen Xiao, with keen observation and lightning-fast thinking, count as one kind.

Those like Bai Xiong, calm and careful, striving to leave no stone unturned, also count as one kind.

Of course, those like Ding Manshan who empty their minds and think of nothing, count as well.

In a crowd full of people eager to prove themselves, there are few who truly know their place. With only three people on this mission, Ding Manshan knew that they didn’t need too many voices, so he chose to be silent. Utterly quiet.

He could be a mad dog that barked at people but didn’t bite or a blade that silently cut, drawing blood without a sound.

To do what needed to be done.

This was not submission, but another form of intelligence.

An indicator bearing the big words “Auction” was placed in front of an elevator. Thus, the three of them took the elevator that ascended to the top floor of the “Jinding Building”.

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The top floor of the building, the highest point among the buildings in K city. From there, one could overlook the entire cityscape at night, with twinkling lights satisfying some people’s peculiar sense of being high above it all and conquest.

Compared to the glittering grandeur of the lobby, the decoration on the top floor was evidently more restrained. Gone were the flashy excesses, leaving behind seemingly ordinary, timeless simple adornments.

Chen Xiao crouched, hands in pockets, his battered face leading the way out of the elevator.

Ahead was a straight corridor, with a carpet beneath that felt comfortably soft. At the end was an open door, inside which the lighting was somewhat dim, faintly revealing several comfortable sofas with partitions set around the room.

“What’s going on?” Bai Xiong asked.

He didn’t specify anything, just asked vaguely like that.

Chen Xiao also furrowed his brows. He understood and began to think, recalling the vehicles around the building, the pedestrians, the empty hallways. It seemed apart from the cheongsam-clad woman at the door, not a single staff member was seen. What was more concerning was that there were no metal detectors or security guards on the way, and the three of them had swaggered to the normally inaccessible top floor of the building.

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And they were armed.

Someone had cleared out this building, making it accessible only to those with an invitation. No one else could get in.

Chen Xiao took out the invitation from his pocket, a dark blue piece of stiff paper with an aerial view of “Jinding Building” as the background, specifying the location and date. He brought the invitation close to his nose and sniffed it delicately, detecting a faint scent of incense.

“The mafia…” Chen Xiao murmured softly.

Bai Xiong’s face showed no expression, but his pupils constricted sharply. He immediately thought of something.

He then quickly turned back and pressed the down button on the elevator several times.

As expected, no response.

The elevator could only go up… not down.

“Ah,” Bai Xiong sighed resignedly.

…

Now both he and Chen Xiao knew.

This was no ordinary auction.

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Perhaps two parties, or possibly more, were involved. In any case, something was meant to appear here, and many wanted to possess it.

This thing was special; it wasn’t about money or interests.

It was about absolute possession; everyone was unwilling to give ground.

So, when all negotiations or exchanges proved futile, the only option left was the simplest yet most effective one.

Thus, a struggle was inevitable.

Violence is always unsightly; no one wants to bring their ugliest side to the fore.

Therefore, a veil is needed.

This night, at the very top of Jinding Building, were only those holding invitations, hundreds of meters in the sky.

This was an enormously large veil.

Even if there were gunshots, bloodshed, dead bodies, it didn’t matter; no one would interfere. The small elevator segregated this place into an independent world.

After tonight, all traces would be erased. Tomorrow morning, the sun would rise as usual, and life would continue merrily.

The events that transpired here would be thoroughly washed away, never to be discovered by anyone.

“Whoever came up with this, I must say, it’s a good way to fight for something,” Bai Xiong commented indifferently.

Chen Xiao nodded in agreement.

“I thought this would be a boring auction… Now, it seems to have gotten more interesting.”