The auctioneer chuckled, low and hollow.The sound didn’t belong in the room.It was sharp, cutting through the quiet like a blade.“I see some of you are already nervous,” Gin said, voice soft but cold. “Good. You should be.”He lifted a gloved hand and pointed toward the long table behind him.A single dim light flickered over the objects.No labels.No descriptions.Just dark shapes.Sean’s eyes narrowed.Everything about this place screamed danger.“Tonight,” Gin continued, “we have items some of you have chased for years. Things stolen. Things forbidden. Things most men would die before touching.”He stepped closer to the edge of the stage, letting the shadows of the chandelier play across his mask. His eyes glinted sharply, and then he tilted his head to the side.“One,” he whispered, “is a dagger. A dagger that has ended more lives than the police care to admit. Two men were killed for it last week alone. And tonight… it could be yours.”A murmur ran through the crowd.Not exc

“Fifty billion and a dollar!”Sean’s voice filled the air, and at that moment, the auctioneer couldn’t stop the hammer from hitting its target.The sound of the gavel concluding the deal echoed around the room. Everyone’s eyes widened in shock, and all gazes turned to Sean.Ezra’s face twisted in anger. Not only had Sean managed to grab the flower, he had outbid him not by millions, but by a single dollar. The humiliation burned deep.The room that had once admired Ezra’s confident bids now buzzed with suppressed laughter and disbelief. He could feel the mockery in their eyes—the unspoken words: ‘defeated by a dollar.’He glared at Sean, his gaze murderous. The fact that he had no idea who Sean was made it even worse. He recognized the others despite their masks because of their family symbols, but Sean’s mask was ordinary, forgettable.Whispers rippled through the crowd.“That was fun to watch,” someone murmured, half-grinning behind his mask.“Yeah, the guy who won was clearly m

“$1 Billion.”He knew what Ezra was trying to do, and to get the auction to end soon, he had to do something. Not only that, but he also felt like he needed to teach Ezra a lesson—to not be that impulsive.“$1.1 Billion,” Ezra yelled, eyes sparkling as he could finally compete with Sean.However, Sean just kept his paddle down without raising it to bid. Since Ezra had raised the price that high, no one else wanted to go higher for something that wasn’t even worth that much.By the time Ezra realized he had fallen into a trap, it was already too late. The hammer slammed hard against the wood, sealing the deal.“You motherfucker,” Ezra cursed at Sean, his brows twitching in pent-up anger.Sean turned his head to look at him and then grinned before turning away.That infuriated Ezra even more, and he immediately rose from his seat. But at that moment, the blaring alarm filled the room.“We would like you to remain in your seat, Seat 20,” Gin said, his tone calm but his eyes piercing col

The more he looked at the event happening, he knew he had to figure out something as quickly as he could.Everyone was fighting each other now.There was no way he could tell who to defend anymore.And since it was turning into a mess, he knew he might have to fight for himself too.Sean sighed.All of them were small fries, and he could handle them without any issues.He wasn’t scared at all since he was sure that he would be able to take care of those people himself if he wanted, and nothing would be able to stop him.He turned his head slowly, scanning the hall for an exit.Bodies were crashing into each other, tables flipping, chairs breaking.No one looked like a victim anymore; they were all too busy trying to kill someone else.He spotted a few doors at the far end of the hall and started to move in that direction, his steps calm but careful.Behind him, Ezra’s eyes flicked up.He had been crouched low behind an overturned chair, watching Sean.Slowly, he began creeping closer,

Kian didn’t answer; his gaze was glued to the fight.When he saw Sean, he could tell right away that Sean was no ordinary man, but Enzo was no ordinary man either. If Sean was able to dodge that skill effortlessly, he was probably a great fighter.But as long as he hadn't been able to throw a hit back, Kian was sure he was just a good dodger, and he couldn't show off his fighting skill yet.“Enzo is perhaps messing with him,” Kian replied. “And if that man doesn't throw a hit back, he is probably only good at dodging. Enzo would beat him if this keeps on going, because he is going to get exhausted from all those dodges, and then—.”Kian was unable to complete his sentence when something flew past him, slamming into Amir and sending them both flying.Kian flinched instinctively, eyes widening as he followed the arc of whatever had flown past him. His heart skipped a beat.Amir and Enzo slammed against one of the overturned chairs with a harsh crack. Crack! Both went limp, sliding to t