"Damn it, who's that bastard bodyguard beside William? He's blocking all the cameras."
Ivan, who was twice the size of a normal person, had been blocking William's attack angle from the front, so the reporters couldn't even see William's face.
After the reporters on the red carpet confirmed that it was William, they all went crazy and shouted William's name, hoping to interview him.
Seeing that William ignored them, the reporters hurriedly took pictures of him, Antonov and the other three. William was famous for being difficult to interview and approach, and the number of times he appeared with his bodyguard was even rarer.
If they took a picture of him with his bodyguard, they might be able to create a report tomorrow about how William had just made a lot of money, but was threatened by someone. "Mr. Devonshire, Mr. Devonshire, look here, look here."
The scene was noisy for a moment, and even the young people who were holding the protest sign were so surprised that they forgot to shout their protest slogans.
A few beautiful ladies even followed the others and shouted William's name.
"God, don't forget why we're here," a leading lady pulled her screaming companion aside and said loudly, "William Devonshire must be here for those relics, he's now the target of our protest."
"Okay, you're right, but he's really handsome and super rich," her companions nodded happily. The lady couldn't help but roll her eyes. Then, a lady said dejectedly, "God, the total wealth of everyone who came to the auction today is not as much as his. As long as he's interested in it, I don't think it's possible for it to be a sect."
"Damn it," when the people around heard this, they couldn't help but feel depressed. They knew that their companions were right, the people they protested against were all small fries, and they would still pay attention to the condemnation of public opinion, so as not to affect their business.
However, 80% of William's wealth came from the stock market, no matter how much they protested, it wouldn't affect William.
William, who had completely ignored the reporters, quickly walked to the bottom of the stage. Suddenly, screams and exclamations could be heard from the scene. Without turning his head, he used his Spiritual Energy to scan behind him and knew that it was Wilson.
William turned to look at Wilson, who was surrounded by seven to eight bodyguards as soon as he got out of the car. He kept waving at the people around him. William pursed his lips and said to Antonov beside him, "Prince isn't having a good time either. In order to expand his influence, he made himself look like a celebrity. He also has to pay attention to the public's opinion. Looking at Wilson's smiling face, I feel that it's fake."
"Haha," Antonio let out a rare smile. Born as a polar bear, Antonio really did not have a good impression of England. However, when he thought of the relationship between William and Wilson, he felt that it was a good idea.
Antonio did not mock him. "Boss, Wilson is just a child. It's normal that he likes to stand under the spotlight. Not everyone is as talented as you, who doesn't care about what the media thinks."
"Haha, I didn't expect you to know how to flatter." William laughed and patted Ivan's shoulder. "Let's go, Ivan. Let's leave this place to our superstar, His Highness Wilson."
"Okay, Boss," Ivan nodded. After taking a few steps, he heard Wilson calling for William.
Seeing that Ivan had stopped, William said, "Let's go. Don't worry about Wilson. If he catches up with me, he'll definitely drag me away and let the reporters take pictures."
Seeing that William was ignoring him, Wilson quickly caught up with him. "Buddy, why are you walking so fast?"
Pulling William who was helpless, Wilson waved to the people around him with a smile. "Smile, smile."
After dilly-dallying for a few minutes, Wilson looked at Antonio and the other three before looking at his bodyguards. Suddenly, he felt that although his bodyguards were from the elite SAS, they seemed to be lacking something compared to Antonio and the other three.
If William knew about it, he might tell Wilson when he was in a good mood that he felt that something was missing. Although the SAS was the most elite team, not everyone could participate in the current battle.
In order to support their families, Antonio and the others became mercenaries. Their mentality was already different from the ordinary special forces soldiers. Moreover, they had killed many people with their own hands.
Walking into the venue, Wilson said to his head bodyguard, "You guys stay outside the auction house. I'll stay by William's side. There won't be a problem."
"But, Your Highness …"
"Alright, alright. This is an auction house. There won't be any seats if we go in with so many of us. It'll also make people think that we're too careful, as if I've done something bad." After saying that, Wilson ignored his bodyguard and followed William into the venue.
As soon as they entered the venue, a fat Caucasian man with a smile on his face walked over with an Asian man. However, before they could get close, they were stared at by Ivan.
The two men who wanted to get closer suddenly felt as if they were being stared at by a brown bear. They began to break out in cold sweat. William patted Ivan's shoulder. Ivan understood and pushed the two men in front of him away.
The middle-aged fat man was ignored by William. However, he did not get angry like the young Asian man. Instead, he quickly said in a low voice, "Mr. Devonshire, I'm Lawrence from the MP Group. If you like Chinese antiques, our company has a lot of the best of the best."
Hearing this, William turned to look at the smiling fat man, Lawrence. Suddenly, he felt that he looked familiar. He took out his phone and scanned Lawrence. Soon, Lawrence's information appeared in his ears and phone.
After listening to Sunday's report and looking at the Chinese young man beside the fat man, William quickly understood who these two men were.
He looked at the fat man with disdain. This guy is French. On the surface, he is engaged in the business of serious antiques. However, he is secretly the biggest counterfeit dealer in Europe.
Recalling the memory in his mind, he suddenly remembered that the Dragon's Head seemed to be in the hands of this fat man. He patted Ivan. Ivan understood and stood sideways beside Lawrence.
Looking at Lawrence, William smiled and said, "You want to sell me a counterfeit?"
"Huh?" Lawrence did not expect that William only scanned him with his phone. In less than three seconds, his details were found out by William. "You must be joking, sir. I'm a serious businessman. How could I sell counterfeit?"
"Haha, a serious businessman?" Looking at the young man beside Lawrence, William mocked, "Lawrence, is he really your son? Why doesn't he look like him at all?"
"Damn it, you bastard." Before the young man could finish scolding, Ivan grabbed the back of his neck and slowly lifted him up.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Devonshire. I apologize. I apologize on behalf of Mitch." Lawrence quickly apologized when his son was lifted up by the neck. He was afraid that Mitch's neck would not be able to bear the weight of his body if he was any later.
This fat man, Lawrence, was not a good person. He was also involved in illegal business. However, this person still had a bottom line. Other than making and selling counterfeit goods, he had never done anything like killing and robbing. This made William, who did everything except not attacking ordinary people, admire him a little.
"Okay, Ivan, let him go." He took out a business card and put it in Lawrence's shirt pocket. He smiled and said, "I know the Dragon's Head is in your hands. If you have any ideas, give me a call."
"You, you, you …" Lawrence had just heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that his son was fine, but when he heard William reveal the secret hidden in his heart, he panicked and said, "Okay, okay, okay, Mr. Devenhill."
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