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105: Dude, did you bring an armory with you?Inside the elevator, the metal walls were as smooth as mirrors, reflecting An Yang’s shocked face.

”Brother Ze... you can even fake fingerprints?”

”This... what kind of divine skill is this?!”

Zhang Ze adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a familiar rogue smile hanging on his lips.

”Basic operation, nothing to see here.”

”The real challenge has just begun.”

An Yang nodded, half-understanding, and subconsciously touched the pistol hidden beneath his suit.

He felt that only this cold lump of iron could give him a sense of security.

”Ding—”

The elevator jolted abruptly and stopped.

The heavy metal doors slowly slid open to both sides.

The scene outside the doors instantly made An Yang hold his breath.

This was no longer the extravagant, debauched ballroom from upstairs.

Instead, it was a pure white corridor, gleaming with cold metallic light.

Along both sides of the corridor, fully armed guards stood every few meters.

They wore black combat uniforms, tactical masks, and held micro-submachine guns, their killing intent palpable.

These were not bodyguards at all.

These were soldiers!

The lead guard walked up and made a ”please” gesture toward Zhang Ze and An Yang.

”Gentlemen, please step over here for the security check.”

His voice came out muffled and suppressed through the mask.

Zhang Ze’s expression remained unchanged, and he calmly walked over.

An Yang followed closely, his hand already resting on his waist.

”Sir.” The guard’s gaze fell on An Yang’s hand, his tone carrying a hint of warning, ”To ensure the absolute safety of the auction, all guests and their attendants must surrender all weapons and protective gear before entry.”

”What?!” An Yang’s eyes instantly widened.

Surrender weapons? Wouldn’t that make him a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!

Zhang Ze raised his hand and pressed down on An Yang’s shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

”Cooperate with them,” Zhang Ze said softly.

”But Brother Ze...”

”This is the rule.”

Zhang Ze was the first to take off his suit jacket, tossing it onto a nearby tray.

A guard stepped forward, expertly retrieved a P226 pistol from the holster under his armpit, disassembled the magazine, and placed them together.

Then, the guard gestured toward An Yang with his chin.

An Yang, looking reluctant, slowly and hesitantly took off his jacket.

The guard began searching his body.

Soon, a Glock 17 was discovered.

Next, a military dagger strapped to his leg.

Then, a miniature pistol at his ankle.

The guard’s movements paused slightly.

From An Yang’s inner suit pocket, he pulled out two more flashbangs.

And one smoke grenade.

An eerie silence fell over the corridor.

The gaze of all the guards was focused on An Yang.

The lead guard’s eyes revealed a trace of shock, as if saying: Are you here for a party or a war?

An Yang’s face flushed red, and he stuck out his neck stubbornly.

Zhang Ze sighed, wearing an expression that said, ”I can’t do anything with you,” and smiled at the guard.

”My bodyguard here is a bit lacking in a sense of security. Please excuse him.”

The guard did not speak, merely signaling his subordinates to continue.

When they told An Yang to unbutton his shirt, revealing the thick Kevlar vest underneath, even Zhang Ze couldn’t help but want to rub his forehead.

”Iron Pot, you truly are a mobile arsenal.”

”Brother Ze, this is my treasure...” An Yang watched his beloved bulletproof vest being stripped off, his heart aching.

The guard neatly placed all the weapons and equipment into a metal box, locked it, and then handed Zhang Ze a metal tag.

”Sir, this is your claim tag for your belongings. You may retrieve them upon departure.”

Zhang Ze took the tag and weighed it in his hand.

”Quite professional.”

He looked at An Yang, who had been searched until he was left in only a thin shirt, and patted his shoulder.

”Alright, stop looking so miserable.”

”Now, we are the true ’esteemed guests’.”

Led by the guard, the two men, now unarmed, walked toward the even heavier metal door at the end of the corridor.

The large door slowly opened.

A brand new, even crazier world unfolded before their eyes!

The door slowly closed behind them.

”Rumble—”

The heavy soundproofing completely isolated them from the outside world.

An Yang nervously swallowed, feeling as if he had walked into the Hall of the King of Hell.

Zhang Ze patted his shoulder, looking relaxed.

”Don’t be nervous, Iron Pot, you’re a man who has seen the world now.”

An Yang took a deep breath, trying hard to straighten his back.

But when he saw the scene before him, the air he had just inhaled nearly caught in his throat.

This was an exaggeratedly huge underground space.

The towering dome imitated church frescoes, but depicted fallen angels and seductive witches instead.

The entire space was divided into several distinct areas.

To the left was a luxurious bar area.

Men and women wearing various masks embraced under the hazy lights, indulging in wild abandon.

To the right was a frantic casino area.

Roars and maniacal laughter rose and fell.

On the gambling tables, besides mountains of chips, there were also some terrifying ”stakes” laid out.

”I’ll bet five percent of my company’s shares against your arm!”

”I bet one million to claim this girl’s virginity tonight!”

An Yang’s fists instantly clenched.

”Brother Ze... is this... is this something a human being would do?” His voice was trembling.

”Calm down,” Zhang Ze said, looking straight ahead. ”Expand your perspective; this is just the beginning.”

Zhang Ze’s gaze swept across the room.

In the center was a circular fighting arena enclosed by white jade railings.

Currently, the arena was empty.

But dark red stains on the ground indicated that a bloody drama had played out here not long ago.

”Brother Ze... what do we do now?” An Yang’s voice was dry.

”Watch the show,” Zhang Ze uttered faintly.

He pulled An Yang over to a gambling table in the casino area.

There were no chips on this table.

On one side of the table sat a man wearing a golden lion mask.

On the other side was a person wearing a rabbit mask.

A land deed lay on the table in front of the young man.

In front of the man with the lion mask was a sharp Gurkha kukri.

The dealer expressionlessly shuffled the cards.

”Mr. Gao, you have already lost your company and your villa.”

”This is the final hand.”

”Are you sure you want to use your right hand to bet against Mr. Li’s plot of land?”

The young man, referred to as Mr. Gao, had bloodshot eyes and stared intently at the land deed.

”I bet!” he roared.

”There’s no way I can lose this hand!”

The game began.

Dealing, betting.

The process was astonishingly fast.

Showdown.

The young man held a pair of Kings.

The man in the lion mask slowly revealed his cards.

Three Aces.

The young man looked as if he had been struck by lightning, slumping in his chair.

”No... no...”

The man in the lion mask stood up, letting out a low chuckle.

He picked up the Gurkha kukri and walked toward the young man.

”You must honor the bet.”

The young man frantically tried to pull his hand back.

Two guards immediately stepped forward and pinned his hand to the table.

”No! Don’t! I’ll pay! I’ll give you money!” the young man shrieked hysterically.

The man in the lion mask was unmoved.

He raised the military knife.

”Pfft—”

A dull thud.

Blood splattered.

A hand dropped to the floor.

The young man let out a inhuman wail and immediately passed out.

Instead of being horrified, the surrounding spectators erupted in excited whistles and applause.

It was as if they were enjoying a magnificent theatrical performance.

Two guards dragged the unconscious young man away like a dead dog.

Another attendant walked forward expressionlessly, picked up the severed hand with a silver tray, and respectfully presented it to the man in the lion mask.

The man in the lion mask nodded in satisfaction, signaling his subordinate.

The subordinate took the severed hand and placed it into a prepared ice box.