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

Out of caution, Leng Ran contacted Mei Meng to confirm the matter, and after receiving a positive reply, she let the appraiser leave.

A moment later, Leng Ran opened the trading catalog again, and there was a new chip in it, priced at one hundred chips, while the notebook that was previously priced the highest was only fifty chips.

These traded items will also be stored in a vault, where they will remain as collateral until the transaction is officially completed.

"Time to see old friends," she thought coldly as she rose and left the lounge. The Free Alliance was definitely not benevolent towards the Illuminati; they didn't seem like the type to obediently follow the rules. Her intuition told her that this suddenly appearing blade would definitely make a move tonight.

Leng Ran followed her memory and walked down the long corridor toward the vault.

At the same time, Ren did not sit in his seat, but instead used the excuse of going to the restroom to turn into this corridor.

The man in the purple robes met him face to face, and the two brushed past each other as if they were complete strangers.

The blade suddenly stopped, and an invisible spiritual sword shot straight into Leng Ran's mental sea. Leng Ran was already in a state of high alert. Sensing the abnormal gathering of spiritual energy, a compressed drop of spiritual energy flew out and exploded the moment it touched the sword, causing the sword to dissipate.

Blade, who was suddenly and severely injured, turned pale. He had intended to test the mental strength of this high priest of the Illuminati, but he did not expect the other party to unleash a powerful move, which caused him to suffer a hidden loss.

Leng Ran suddenly turned around, her hand forming a claw, and grabbed Ren's neck, who was no longer resisting, pressing him against the wall behind her.

Her fingers tightened, her voice filled with coldness: "What do you want to do?"

Blade raised his hands, indicating to Leng Ran that he had no weapon: "Don't get excited, High Priest. It was just a joke."

Leng Ran remained silent. A joke? If she truly lacked spiritual power, she would already be dead.

Seeing that she showed no sign of letting go, Ren's voice took on a threatening tone: "Is killing a guest who is a divine messenger at an auction your way of treating guests?"

Blade was right. Given her status as the High Priest, she couldn't really do anything to him here. But she also knew that Blade was still hiding his strength and hadn't fought back when she attacked. If she hadn't fought him last night, she might have been fooled and mistaken him for a weak commander.

But from another perspective, since Blade deliberately came to this corridor leading to the vault and harbored murderous intent towards her, then Blade's goal tonight is very clear.

It refers to the contents of the vault, which, broadly speaking, includes everything, including items brought by guests.

A scapegoat offered up on our doorstep—this is a golden opportunity.

"If you do it again, your life will be mine."

He coldly released his grip and strode away, leaving Ren still coughing in the same spot.

Blade gazed thoughtfully at the cold, aloof figure. This must be the Judge, the strongest of the four priests of the Illuminati. He was indeed a true master.

Thinking of the muscular man he met last night, Ren couldn't help but sigh. Storm Star has really been lively lately, with so many powerful figures emerging all at once. No wonder the Alliance Leader sent him here. With Qin Yue's indecisive personality, he wouldn't be able to accomplish anything significant.

The fact that the alliance leader gave Qin Yue the task of monitoring the second young master is already a great honor.

Leng Ran walked to the vault, and Zhuo Leng, who was supervising the transport of the traded goods, quickly bowed to Leng Ran: "Your Honor, may the light be with you. The guests' traded goods and today's auction items have all been stored in the vault, and the auction can begin at any time."

He coldly raised his hand: "No rush."

Then, she dialed the other shore flower's personal computer, and a slightly dissatisfied voice came from the other end: "Judge, what do you want with me? I've been 'standing by' properly."

Leng Ran: "I'll give you five minutes. You personally lead a team into the vault and guard it. There can be no mistakes."

Without giving the other shore flower a chance to refuse, he coldly hung up the call, a slight smile playing on his lips beneath the mask.

Blade, I'll give you some strength, don't disappoint her.

Long after Leng Ran and Zhuo Leng left, a red light flashed in the eyeball on the security door.

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The auction hall lobby.

"Distinguished guests, welcome to this sacred auction! The items you brought have been converted into equivalent value tokens for use during the bidding process. As always, the highest bidder wins!"

"Furthermore, to ensure the security of the transaction, we have specially invited Your Honor to be here to supervise the entire auction!"

The spotlight shone on Leng Ran, who was dressed in a purple robe and sat on the full moon throne on a high platform. A complicated black and gold mask concealed her face, making her look like a god who looked down on all living beings.

All sorts of gazes fell upon Leng Ran: shock, curiosity, doubt... but more than anything, fear.

Those invited to this auction all had some understanding of the Illuminati, and the name Judge was not unfamiliar to them, but this was the first time Judge had appeared in public.

Prior to this, the existence of the Judge had been a mystery, and some even doubted whether such a figure truly existed within the Illuminati. But today, Leng Ran's sudden appearance dispelled this rumor.

Auctioneer: "Our first item for today's auction—Heart of Aquamarine—starts at one chip."

The auctioneer didn't elaborate on how exquisite the necklace was, because everyone knew that the focus of the auction wasn't the outer shell, but the holy water inside.

The scene was completely silent; no one made a bid for a moment, everyone was watching to see what other people would offer.

The final price of subsequent lots will likely be based on the first one, and the lower the starting price of the first item, the better. Everyone wants to acquire more items with as few bids as possible, so no one is bidding rashly.

Blade pressed the bid button: "Twenty coins."

The audience was in an uproar. Was offering such a high price meant to drive up the prices of subsequent items, forcing others to pay more so they could snag a bargain later?

Leng Ran made no move, instead watching Ren with amusement. Ren was definitely not one to follow the rules; his intentions couldn't be considered from an auction strategy perspective. Instead, one had to look at his ultimate goal—the contents of the vault.

Unsurprisingly, no one dared to bid again. After confirming the sale three times, the auctioneer brought down the gavel, declaring, "This Heart of Aquamarine now belongs to Mr. 323."

"Next item up for auction: a gilded phoenix, starting bid one chip!"

Blade pressed the bid button again: "Twenty."

Everyone expressed their confusion and secretly mocked Ren for not understanding strategy, as he had just squandered all his chips.

Just like the first item, there were no bids, and this gilded phoenix also went to Ren.

Five items in a row were sold for twenty each. After the fifth item was sold, he called over a waiter.

"I've used up all my chips. Now, I'm leaving the game and completing the transaction."

The waiter said softly, "Okay, Mr. 323, please come with me to pick up your goods."

Seeing Ren's sudden departure from the high platform, Leng Ran understood and sat even more steadily.

Lycoris radiata, I wonder if you've made preparations on your end?