After faking her death in interstellar space, the powerful woman disguised herself as a man and went

Zhuoleng led Leng Ran down the floating elevator to the auction venue. There was still some time before the auction guests were to enter, and the auction items were still stored in the vault and not yet displayed.

Leng Ran's purpose in coming here was also clear—to find any holy water that might have been mixed in and find a way to destroy it. The area where the holy water circulated had already expanded from the initial chaotic zone to Storm Star, and the next step could be the entire Federation.

This kind of thing absolutely must not fall into the hands of these anonymous buyers with dubious origins again.

The coldness beneath the mask deepened in her eyes. Destroying things was easy, but she was still in charge of this auction. If anything was lost, she would inevitably be punished by the divine messenger and even have her identity questioned. She had to come up with a foolproof plan.

Zhuo Leng walked to the metal security door with a huge eye embedded in it. Suddenly, the eye opened, and a red light swept across Zhuo Leng's entire body. After confirming his identity, the eye closed again, and the metal door slowly opened.

Leng Ran silently observed the verification method of the security door. It didn't seem to be the traditional iris verification, but he still needed to verify how the eyeball worked.

She suddenly spoke, her voice slightly hoarse coming from behind the mask: "Who has access to the vault?"

"Your Honor, please rest assured. Apart from me, only Lady Higanbana has the authority." Zhuo Leng thoughtfully added, "Do you need this authority? I can inform Lady Higanbana of your needs."

Leng Ran decisively refused: "No need. But I don't trust the security of this security door. What if someone kills you and uses your corpse to get through?"

Zhuo Leng smiled politely: "There is no divinely bestowed subroutine installed here, but Lady Meimeng designed this eyeball door with low-level intelligence. It will only open to living, designated personnel who have not been coerced. The allocation of permissions is in the hands of Lady Bi'anhua."

Upon hearing the word "dream," Leng Ran's heart tightened. This high priest, who never showed his face, was always mysterious, but as a top hacker, Leng Ran dared not underestimate his designs.

The vault doors were fully open, revealing dozens of glass display cases neatly arranged in the square space, each containing a piece of exquisite jewelry.

Leng Ran walked over to a display case and saw a phoenix-shaped brooch lying on a velvet cushion. It was entirely golden, with its head held high and its ruby ​​eyes sparkling. The wings were extremely layered, and the tail feathers were delicately carved, making it a true masterpiece.

Seeing Leng Ran stop there, Zhuo Leng thoughtfully opened the display case, took out the brooch, and handed it to Leng Ran with both hands.

"If Your Honor is interested, you may wish to take a look."

Leng Ran took the brooch from Zhuo Leng's hand, and immediately noticed that its weight was off. She stared at the phoenix for a while, then gently pressed down on the phoenix's eyes.

With a snap, the phoenix crown fell off, creating a gap. Looking through the gap, the brooch was filled with a colorless, transparent liquid that looked no different from water. Leng Ran's eyes narrowed.

Finally found.

"Holy water?" She fastened the phoenix crown back on. "This item is quite interesting. How many have you prepared in total?"

Zhuoleng: "A total of fifty-six items."

He calmly put the brooch back in its original place, and seemingly casually circled the vault, but in reality, he secretly memorized the styles of these auction items and left traceable mental markers.

Having done all this, Leng Ran lifted her leg and walked outside: "Let's go, it's time for the guests to enter."

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At the same time, Ren and Qin Yue, disguised, also arrived at the Eighth District.

Today, Blade is still wearing a pure black faceless mask, a black tailcoat, and a sun brooch hanging on his chest; this is the invitation to this auction.

Qin Yue wore an optical disguise device, dressed in a rustic outfit, with a gold necklace around her neck and a pair of black sunglasses, making her look exactly like "the son of a landlord".

The two entered the tavern one after the other, sitting at different tables and pretending not to know each other. Soon, a waiter in a suit approached Blade, confirmed the brooch's authenticity, and politely led him to the auction hall.

Blade transmitted his voice telepathically, "See you later, Qin Yue."

Qin Yue nodded almost imperceptibly, then sat down at the bar with her wine glass.

He yelled at the bartender, "Hey, you. Everyone says this place is fun, but what's the point of just drinking? Don't you have anything else to offer? Take me somewhere else, I've got plenty of money."

After saying that, Qin Yue took off the gold ring on her hand and threw it on the table: "This is a reward for you."

The bartender gave a wink to the waiter beside him, who understood and walked to Qin Yue's side: "Sir, you seem to be a generous person. How about I take you to a fun place?"

On the other side, the quantum computer strapped to her wrist vibrated slightly, a signal that Qin Yue had successfully entered the casino area.

The waiter who brought him here turned and left, and another waiter in formal attire came with a man in a white robe.

"Sir, welcome to this sacred auction. As you know, this auction is conducted on a barter basis. Please present the items you have prepared. Our appraisers will assess their value and then exchange them for equivalent tokens for you."

Blade took out a small box, which opened automatically after fingerprint verification, revealing a chip inside.

The appraiser in white robes asked, puzzled, "Sir, what is this chip...?"

Ren replied simply, "The treatment for blood scale disease."

These words struck like a bolt of lightning, leaving everyone present stunned. Scabies, a disease deemed incurable by countless experts, could actually be cured?

"What?" the appraiser exclaimed in shock. "Sir, you're really not joking?"

Blade: "Why do you think I received this invitation? It's something your divine messenger specifically requested."

Upon hearing the title of "Divine Envoy," the appraiser's expression turned serious: "Sir, I cannot verify the authenticity of the method in the chip, but given that you have received a special invitation from the Divine Envoy, I need to consult my superiors. Please wait a moment."

The appraiser left in a hurry. Logically, he should have consulted with the other shore flower, but given that Leng Ran was currently the highest-ranking, the appraiser still knocked on Leng Ran's lounge door.

Leng Ran was flipping through an electronic catalog, which listed all sorts of strange and unusual items brought by the guests. There were things like "the cursed crown", "a handful of soil from another world", "a notebook of secrets about human ability users", and "a golden bell that moves without wind".

She frowned, wondering what criteria the divine messenger used to select these traded items, and how he would verify their authenticity. She could understand notes and the like; they might be related to the Illuminati's research. But what use were these soil bells and the like?

There was a knock on the door. Leng Ran temporarily closed the menu and said, "Come in."

The appraiser knelt on the ground: "Your Honor, may the light be with you."

His tone was icy: "What is it?"

The appraiser said, "We have encountered a guest who claims to have been personally invited by the divine messenger. He has brought a special item for auction."

Upon hearing the name of the divine messenger, Leng Ran's interest was piqued. Mei Meng had previously mentioned a "big client," and this person, personally invited by the divine messenger, certainly deserved the title.

Furthermore, the appraisal of all the strange auction items was done by the Illuminati themselves, except for this one, which required separate inquiry, suggesting it was unusual. She wanted to see what had caught the messenger's attention.

The appraiser continued, "The other party brought a chip, saying that it contained the treatment method for hemangioma."

A storm raged within Leng Ran's heart. The last person to say that blood scale disease could be cured was Shen Junhan. At first, she thought it was just a fabrication by the Shen family to deceive Shen Junhan, but now it seemed that there might actually be some truth to it.

"What does the guest look like? Have their identities been confirmed?"

The appraiser shook his head: "Identity unknown. The guest is wearing a black faceless mask."

The black, faceless mask... made him think of the blade from last night.

Her expression froze for a moment beneath the mask. She immediately retrieved the live feed from the entrance and, unsurprisingly, saw a familiar figure.

Blade was a major client specially invited by the divine envoy, yet he killed the other shore flower last night.

When did the Freedom Alliance become associated with the Illuminati?