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After a good night's sleep at the hotel, Tu Shanyou dragged the sleepy-eyed Feng Qingyue off to find the eggshell.

As expected of the largest auction in the Sinful District, everyone had to undergo a series of checks before entering. Laser guns and laser cannons were not allowed inside. Seeing this, Tu Shan You was speechless.

Is this some kind of nonsense? Which powerful family is truly built on guns and cannons?! Wouldn't that just shut them all down with a wave of a pistol? It's like taking off your pants to fart—utterly pointless!

The two waited idly at the entrance of the auction house, watching the so-called big shots enter with their beautiful wives.

Of course, two stunning beauties standing at the door would naturally attract all sorts of lewd and unrestrained gazes.

Just as the two girls were losing patience, a commotion arose on the road.

Many beautiful women frequently turned away from the powerful figures beside them, staring intently at the newcomer.

The newcomer had a pair of cold and sharp dark red eyes. His well-fitting black military uniform covered his strong body, and his military boots stepped firmly and powerfully on the ground.

Behind him, a group of officers, all dressed in black federal uniforms, stood solemnly and imposingly.

Ji Yuan immediately spotted Feng Qingyue waiting at the door, as well as the woman who had been with the glib-tongued Guixu Spirit Shark during the fight for the treasure.

He had a vague guess in his mind.

"Miss, where are you and your friend whose face I can't see today?" He greeted Tu Shanyou and asked bluntly.

Feng Qingyue felt a sudden alarm bell ring in her heart, realizing something was wrong.

This person is incredibly meticulous; they're practically cunning.

Tu Shanyou smiled calmly: "Sir, it's none of your business who I travel with. I can support my friend, right? And it's only natural that I protect my master."

As she spoke, Tu Shanyou transformed into a snow-white little fox and jumped onto Feng Qingyue's shoulder.

Ji Yuan then noticed a contract mark on the little girl's fair and delicate wrist. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Looks like you're quite capable, little one. You can even handle something like this, a world-class expert."

Feng Qingyue stiffened, and forced a smile at him: "There are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. There's nothing strange about that."

Ji Yuan agreed, staring at Feng Qingyue's retreating figure, and said with a hint of teasing, "When did that little friend manage to subdue that Guixu Spirit Shark?"

Feng Qingyue almost stumbled. She steadied herself, turned around, and said through gritted teeth, "When I have the ability, I'll be the first to destroy your Black Dragon Fleet."

Ji Yuan chuckled softly. "This kid has a bad temper."

The "Grievance" auction has three levels of seating: ordinary "humans," noble "ghosts," and supreme "Grievance," which fits the eerie atmosphere of the auction.

Because of the nearly 10 billion in funds in her account, Feng Qingyue easily snagged a "ghost" seat. After taking her seat, she released her vast and powerful spiritual energy and discovered that the dog marshal was actually sitting in the "resentment" seat!

On what grounds?!

Ji Yuan sensed the faint fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air and slightly curled the corners of his lips.

He definitely has the temper of a child. I wonder what he would think if he found the eggshell at the auction.

I'm kind of looking forward to it.

Feng Qingyue sat in her seat, stroking Tu Shanyou's smooth white fur, and spoke to Tu Shanyou in her mind's eye: "Thank you so much! You are my god!"

Tu Shanyou rolled her eyes while nestled in the little girl's arms: "If you're going to thank me, then stop plucking my fur, or I'll go bald."

"But it feels so good, let me touch it."

"Alright, alright, whatever you want." Tu Shanyou couldn't stand Feng Qingyue's coquettishness and surrendered immediately.

Mei Ning walked into the auction and immediately spotted an extremely beautiful little girl holding a pretty white fox, sitting in the "ghost's" seat.

Most people instinctively want to protect beautiful things, but women with a strong sense of jealousy are clearly not like that.

Mei Ning looked at the girl's face, which was still breathtakingly beautiful even without makeup, and a deep jealousy flashed in her eyes.

Why is she so beautiful? Why can she contract a fox? Why is she like a little sun, not belonging to this dirty, gray world? Why is she so perfect?

Sensing the resentment from afar, Tu Shanyou lazily opened her eyes and immediately saw Mei Ning, who was furious like a pufferfish.

Tu Shan You: I can't bear to look, it's too offensive to look at.

Feng Qingyue also felt that oppressive sense of resentment. She said to Tu Shan Youxin, "I feel a chill down my back, like someone wants to cut my kidneys."

Tu Shanyou comfortably rolled over: "No problem, she can't beat you. Get ready for the auction."

"To be honest, we don't seem to have enough money."

Tu Shan You froze, gritting her teeth: "Then we'll just steal it."