allendalepharm Chapter 104 Ghost! You are a ghost!
Chapter 104 Ghost! You are a ghost!
"Buzz—"
The ground began to shake slightly.
Qi Tongwei peered out and saw that the area where the scorpion had just been hiding—including the huge black rhinoceros leather sofa and the surrounding floor—was sinking down and then rapidly rising.
That was a hidden hydraulic lifting platform!
Scorpion was standing on the elevator platform, holding a new magazine, making a throat-slitting gesture towards them, his face full of ferocious smiles.
Goodbye!
"Trying to run away?"
Qi Tongwei's eyes turned cold.
If this thing gets away, this trip will have been a complete waste. Besides, this elevator platform clearly leads to the fourth floor.
According to intelligence, the fourth floor is the real core area.
"Zhong Kui!"
Qi Tongwei let out a low growl.
Actually, he didn't need to shout at all.
In the darkness, a dark figure hung upside down from the ceiling like a ghost. Zhong Kui held a cable he had obtained from who-knows-where, and using the momentum of the swing, he clung to the bottom edge of the elevator platform like a gecko just before it was about to close and shut.
Qi Tongwei was also busy.
He braced himself with one hand and sprang into the air.
"Hold on tight!"
He grabbed Ye Cunxin's wrist and shoved her over his back, yelling, "Squeeze in tight!"
Ye Cunxin reacted extremely quickly, her two long, slender legs instantly wrapping around Qi Tongwei's waist, her hands tightly gripping his neck. Her soft, full body pressed tightly against Qi Tongwei's back, bouncing up and down with his movements.
Normally, this would be an incredibly alluring pose.
But now, this is a deadly stunt.
Qi Tongwei took two running steps, stepped onto the edge of the bar, and leaped high into the air.
He traced an extreme parabola in the air, and just before the elevator platform completely ascended into the upper floor, his fingers barely gripped the edge of the steel beam.
"rise!"
His arm muscles bulged, and the hundreds of pounds of weight seemed nonexistent to him. With a pull-up and a somersault, the two landed steadily in the corner of the lifting platform.
At this point, the elevator platform had already passed through the floor slab.
My vision suddenly opened up.
But the scene before him caused Qi Tongwei's pupils to shrink slightly.
This is not a casino.
This place is more like an ancient Roman amphitheater, or rather, a private auction filled with perverse and morbid pleasures.
The fourth floor is smaller than the third floor, but the decor is more oppressive.
The surrounding area was a circular grandstand, filled with people.
These people were all wearing exquisite masks; some were dressed in tailcoats, some in military uniforms, and some even in religious robes. They all held up number plates and stared fervently at the stage in the center.
There were no antiques or calligraphy and paintings in the center of the stage.
There was only one huge golden birdcage.
Inside the birdcage was a young woman with red hair.
She was a typical Eastern European beauty, with skin so white it was almost translucent. But at this moment, she was only wrapped in a few pitiful bandages, large areas of skin exposed, covered with shocking whip marks and bruises. Her mouth was sealed with black tape, and her eyes were filled with despair and death, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Five million US dollars!
A sharp and excited voice came from the first row.
It was a man wearing a white suit.
He was not wearing a mask.
Or rather, in this place, he felt that he was the king and did not need to hide anything.
He held up the number plate, practically standing on the chair, his face twisted and greedy as he stared at the woman in the cage, drool practically dripping from his mouth.
"This foreign girl is hot! I love that red hair! Buying her will complete my set of seven colors!"
That face.
Even if he were reduced to ashes, Qi Tongwei would still recognize him.
Zhao Ruilong.
"Young Master Zhao" of Handong Province.
That spoiled brat who wielded immense power in Handong and treated the law like toilet paper.
At this moment, he was completely immersed in a perverse shopping desire and did not notice the platform that had just been raised behind him, or the man standing there like a god of death.
Scorpion was standing next to Zhao Ruilong at that moment. He was about to speak to remind him when he felt a chill on his throat.
Zhong Kui had somehow appeared in his shadow, the scalpel pressed against his carotid artery.
The entire room suddenly fell silent.
The masked buyers stared blankly at the extra people who had appeared in the center of the stage, like ducks with their necks being choked.
Zhao Ruilong seemed to sense that something was wrong.
Why isn't anyone bidding?
"What's wrong? Out of money? A bunch of poor bastards!"
Zhao Ruilong turned around, cursing and looking annoyed. "I'll offer five million, who else dares to compete..."
The sound stopped abruptly.
It's like a tape recorder playing loud music suddenly having its power cut off.
The number plate in Zhao Ruilong's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
His eyes widened, almost bulging out of their sockets. His face, which had been flushed with excitement, turned deathly pale in an instant, devoid of any color.
He looked at the man standing on the elevator platform, dressed in a black suit, with a beautiful woman in a red dress in his arms.
The man was smiling at him.
His smile was radiant, even revealing two rows of pearly white teeth.
But in Zhao Ruilong's eyes, it was even more terrifying than the Book of Life and Death of the King of Hell.
Qi Tongwei straightened his slightly disheveled tie, then slowly pulled out his Desert Eagle from behind his waist and casually pointed the muzzle at Zhao Ruilong's forehead.
"Young Master Zhao, what a pleasant experience!"
Qi Tongwei's voice wasn't loud, but carried a hint of mockery, "Tired of having fun in China, so you come to this godforsaken place to do wholesale?"
Zhao Ruilong's whole body began to tremble violently.
That was a fear that seeped from the very marrow of one's bones.
His legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the chair, a foul odor quickly spreading from his crotch.
"A ghost...a ghost!"
Zhao Ruilong let out a scream that sounded inhuman, covered his head with his hands, and desperately tried to crawl under the chair, yelling, "You're a ghost! Aren't you dead?! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"
In his mind, or rather, based on the intelligence he had received, Qi Tongwei, this disobedient pawn, should have been dealt with long ago, and might even have rotted away in that border town.
How could it possibly be here?
Or is it in this top-secret underground auction that only top members can enter?
This is not scientific! This must be a hallucination!
Qi Tongwei curled his lip, looking disgusted.
"With such low a nerve, you dare to try and play the villain?"
He turned to look at Ye Cunxin, who was still clinging to him, and shrugged helplessly.
"Honey, it seems this big fat sheep is scared out of its wits tonight."
Ye Cunxin buried her face in Qi Tongwei's neck, her long legs still tightly wrapped around his waist. When she heard this, she raised her head, her eyes so alluring they could drip water.
"That's perfect."
She breathed into Qi Tongwei's ear, her voice soft and sweet but with a hint of ruthlessness.
"Chop him up while he's still hot."