"What's going on with those auction people? Why aren't they giving the signal yet?"
This was another group that was in the area where Ye Qing Huan and Lin Fan were, though they were a bit further away since they wanted to play the oriole hiding behind the mantis stalking the cicada.
They wanted everyone else to put their effort first to weaken Ye Qing Huan and Lin Fan before coming in to take the prize.
But they were waiting for the auction house people to make a move first.
It wasn't just them alone, it was everyone else who had been called by the auction house.
They all wanted the auction house to make their stance clear so that they wouldn't be able to escape in the end and bla it all on them.
It was just that no one made a move even after all this ti.
It seed like the people from the auction house had completely disappeared.
"Young master, should we leave as well?"
One of the lackeys suddenly asked this.
This group was one of the VIP guests that had been at the auction, so they were led by a young master.
This young master narrowed his eyes when he heard this and he looked forward to where Ye Qing Huan and Lin Fan were.
He could sense that the aura of the two were still in the sa position as before. It didn't seem like they had moved at all with how their auras were still in the sa place.
If that was the case, then why weren't the people from the auction house doing anything?
"No, we're not leaving just yet. Contact the scout and see what the situation was."
Of course they didn't just trust the information that the auction house gave them.
They had sent their own scout who had been following Ye Qing Huan and Lin Fan the entire ti.
The young master wanted to know what the situation was before making the decision whether to leave or not. After all, the things that were sold at the auction were very enticing to him…
If he could get these things while keeping his losses to a minimum, it would be worth taking this risk.
But…
"Young master, the scout isn't responding at all." The lackey said in a panicked voice.
Another lackey quickly said, "Young master, even the people from the auction house have stopped responding."
The young master deeply knitted his brows before saying, "We're leaving."
"You know to leave now? It's just too bad that it's too late."
The entire group was shocked when they heard this voice.
All of them looked at each other as if they were trying to see who was the one that spoke, but they knew that it wasn't any of them since no one recognized this voice. They knew that the one that spoke was definitely an enemy.
All of them quickly turned around and pulled out their weapons, forming a circle formation.
The young master was at the center of that circle formation, releasing his spiritual senses in every direction as if he wanted to find the source of this voice. However, no matter how he spread his spiritual sense, he found that he wasn't able to find a single thing.
It was like there was only an empty void all around them.
But that was strange…
They should have been surrounded by buildings since they were hiding on the roof, but he didn't sense them at all.
The young master quickly figured out what was wrong.
It was as if his spiritual sense wasn't returning to him at all, it was as if there was sothing that was swallowing his spiritual sense that prevented it from returning to him.
"Who are you?" The young master suddenly said to the surprise of the lackeys.
"You're not qualified."
That was the last thing that they heard before a sharp blade cut through the air and cut through the necks of the lackeys. Even the young master wasn't able to notice the blade until it was too late and cut into his neck.
As his head was rolling through the air, all he saw was a shadow in the night moving past them.
This shadow didn't even stop for a mont to look at the ones that it just killed.
It just kept moving along as if it didn't care about them at all.
"Just who did we offend?"
That was the last thought that the young master had as his head hit the ground.
…
"What do you an that they're not responding?" Young Master Mo roared out.
The lackeys that he was roaring at all had awkward looks on their faces as if they wanted to tell him to be silent, but they didn't dare to do so. At the sa ti, they looked like they felt awkward because they couldn't say what they had just said.
It was the reason that the young master had lost his temper in the first place.
They had lost contact with the people from the auction house.
Their group had been waiting for the people from the auction house to act the entire ti, but no one from the auction house had done a thing. It was almost as if they had completely disappeared without a trace.
That was why the young master had sent his people to check with the auction house to see what was happening.
Only when they ca back…they told the young master that the people from the auction house didn't respond.
"What about our scouts?" Young Master Mo roared at his lackeys.
However, all of the lackeys revealed awkward looks since they couldn't say what they wanted to say next. That was because they had lost contact with the scouts as well.
They had tried to reach the scouts many tis, but it seed like they had disappeared without a trace just like the people from the auction house. So in the end, there was nothing that they could do except co back and report this matter to the young master.
But it was hard for them to report it since they knew that the young master would lose his temper when he heard this.
The only thing that they could do was awkwardly stand there as they organized their thoughts.
The lackeys looked at each other as if they were urging each other to speak, but no one said a single thing.
Young Master Mo's temper was already bad because of the news that he received earlier, so the more that they hesitated like this…the more that he was enraged.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore as he raised his hand and slapped the lackey that was in front of him.
Right after he slapped this lackey across the face, he roared, "Answer !"
But no one said a thing.
The lackey that had been slapped had his head dipped forward, as if he was lowering his head.
Seeing this, Young Master Mo was about to scold him once more.
But he stopped himself when he saw…the head of the lackey suddenly fall off his neck and land on the ground.
It wasn't just Young Master Mo who was shocked by this, all of the lackeys were shocked since they hadn't noticed a single thing.
They weren't foolish enough to think that Young Master Mo had slapped hard enough to kill this lackey. They knew that there had to be soone else who was lurking in the shadows the entire ti who took advantage of this one opening.
However, they also couldn't help feeling that this person was a fool.
They had one opening and they used it to kill a lackey?
If one thought about it, it was easy to figure out who was in charge here and who was the higher priority kill.
Once that lackey's head fell off, the other lackeys all moved into position around Young Master Mo. They completely surrounded him as if they were blocking him off from the rest of the world and they raised their weapons as if they wouldn't let a single thing pass by.
They were determined to risk their lives to protect him.
Even though he treated them like that, they were still willing to risk their lives to protect him.
It seed like Young Master Mo gave them quite a few benefits…
But that didn't matter in the face of the unknown enemy.
Even after completely surrounding Young Master Mo and spreading their spiritual senses in all directions, it didn't seem like there was anything there. It was almost as if they were casting their spiritual sense into the void…
They quickly realized the sa thing as the young master from before.
They realized that there was sothing that was swallowing their spiritual sense and not allowing it to go any further.
But not a single one of them knew why this was happening.
In the end, it didn't matter as a blade ca out of the darkness.
Before they were able to react, the blade ca out of the darkness and cut right through their necks just like with the other group.
The lackeys weren't able to see a single thing as their heads fell off their necks just like the first lackey.
The only difference was that this ti…the young master didn't have his head cut off.
Instead of having his head cut off, the sword in his hand had been snapped cleanly in half and rendered useless.
Even his hands had been cut so that he couldn't hold the remaining part anymore.
Young Master Mo stared into the darkness with eyes filled with fear as he had no idea what just happened.
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