Chapter 5321
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As soon as Xia Jinyuan finished speaking, a cold dagger was pressed against his employer's neck.
"I hate being despised," Ye Chien, who was holding the dagger against his employer's neck, said calmly. "Even the employer who pays for it won't accept it."
Fast and handsome, coupled with his cold voice, the employer froze and smiled. "Your girlfriend is very powerful."
"Yes, my little fox is very powerful. I love her very much, and I love her even more when she's killing. She's so beautiful." Xia Jinyuan smiled and slowly raised his hand to touch Ye Chien's face. His voice was low and gentle as he said, "Alright, my little fox, don't scare our Mr. Will. We still have important things to do next. "
"You have a bad temper. Don't forget that Mr. Will is our employer. You can't be like this."
His fingers suddenly pinched Ye Chien's chin hard. His handsome face was so close to Ye Chien's that his employer, Mr. Will, was very satisfied.
He had hired mercenaries who knew how to kill, not gentle guys who only knew how to drink.
The car drove along the spacious streets of Melbourne, from the city to the suburbs, and finally into a village whose walls were red, yellow, and blue.
This was where the local tyrant, Cyril, would be auctioning the relics.
Will entered the auction smoothly. He led Xia Jinyuan and the other eight people inside. The auction began at seven o 'clock sharp, and there were a total of ten batches of Chinese relics.
Westerners liked to collect Chinese relics. No matter what the relics were, as long as they came from China, the price was quite high.
Here, Ye Chien saw the Buddha's head that was cut off and transported across the ocean, the jade bowl from the palace, the bronze ware, the paintings that were still the same even after thousands of years, the only copy of an ancient calligraphy master that was not available in China, and the exquisite and luxurious hairpin …
The ten relics all came from China.
"I need the Buddha's hand and the portrait." Will told Xia Jinyuan what he wanted. "I'll give you five days. I hope you can give it to me as soon as possible."
"Also, save the people I need you to save as soon as possible. The relics can wait a little longer, but my trapped friends need you as soon as possible."
Xia Jinyuan indicated that this would not be a problem.
The auctioneer was a bald old man. He was at least 55 years old, Caucasian, and had sinister facial features. Every time an artifact was brought out, his eyes would sweep across the bidders below.
In the middle of the auction, a businessman who had just bid for the cultural relics suddenly shouted, "Why is the jade bowl different from the one I saw just now? You damned bastards, you must have hidden the real jade bowl and replaced it with a fake one for me! "
Before he could make a fuss, the bald old man raised his hand, and several strong white men in tight T-shirts walked out. Without saying a word, they knocked him unconscious and dragged him away like a dead pig.
The bald old man smiled and explained, "I'm very sorry! Our guests, I hope I didn't scare you. For your safety, I need to take effective measures. "
Perhaps they all knew who the bald old man was. Some put their fingers to their lips and whistled sharply. Some even stood up and shouted, "You should kill the troublemaker!"
"Hahaha, yes, I should kill him. Doesn't Cyril like to kill people the most?" Before the guy who said this could stop laughing, a few strong men appeared out of nowhere and dragged him away like a pig.
The whole process was done very neatly, and the whole auction house was shocked.
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