Chapter 224: Chapter 224
Dai Zhong narrowed his eyes cautiously.
"Sir, our auction house has a stellar reputation in the industry. Every item auctioned is jointly authenticated by multiple cultural relic experts, with complete certification. You can rest assured."
The young man placed the jade token back into the sandalwood box, closed the lid, and secured the lock.
The hand wearing the white gloves rested lightly on the box, fingers tapping softly.
Dai Zhong immediately handed the contract to the other party. "So, can we finalize the agreement now?"
At the door, an entire finance team was waiting.
A transaction worth one billion is complicated to process, but for the experienced auction house, it’s nothing more than notifying the bank.
"Not so fast," the young man said leisurely. "According to Article 18 of the Auction Law, the auctioneer is entitled to explain the source of the auctioned item to the buyer. So I’d like to know, through what channels and from whom did you acquire this item?"
Dai Zhong chuckled. "All of our auction items are sourced through legitimate channels, sir, you don’t need to worry about that. Clause 24 of the contract clearly states as much."
"Let me ask one last time: who did you obtain this jade token from, and through what means?"
The young man’s voice remained calm as he stared directly at Dai Zhong.
In the quiet lounge, an invisible pressure began to permeate the air.
Dai Zhong sneered, "Sorry, that’s company confidential. I’m not at liberty to disclose that."
"Acquired for ten thousand, auctioned off for a billion—marking a hundred thousand times in profit. You certainly run a lucrative business."
Dai Zhong’s expression completely darkened as soon as the young man uttered the first sentence. He jerked his head up, his sharp gaze fixing intensely on the young man before him.
"Who exactly are you?"
He had guessed right—this young man clearly posed trouble.
One hand placed behind his back, he subtly signaled the security team to brace themselves.
"Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that your boss is about to face big trouble."
Dai Zhong let out an ironic laugh, as though he’d just heard an absurd joke.
"Kid, you’re too naive..."
At that moment, Dai Zhong’s phone began ringing furiously.
Dai Zhong instinctively tensed up, pulling out his phone.
Whatever was said on the call made Dai Zhong’s face immediately pale. He lifted his gaze back up to the young man before him.
The young man toyed with his gloves, a playful smirk plastered across his face.
"Your President Han is still young, isn’t he? Such a pity—he’ll spend the rest of his life in prison."
The tone was laced with regret, but the expression was an unmasked mockery.
Dai Zhong gripped his phone tightly. "What exactly are you trying to do?"
The young man gently tapped his fingers on the lid of the sandalwood box, his piercing blue eyes mesmerizingly sharp.
Dai Zhong clenched his teeth and suddenly sneered, "Do you really think you’ll take a step out of this door today?"
He retreated a step abruptly and shouted to the security guards behind him, "Grab him!"
Two security guards armed with weapons rushed forward the very second he issued the command.
The young man reacted faster than they did. With a flick of his hand, a small black device shot out, attaching itself to the glass window behind him. With a soft sound, the glass shattered instantly around the black impact point.
The young man curved his lips into a faint smile. Under everyone’s shocked gaze, he effortlessly smashed through the glass and leapt outside without hesitation.
This was the twenty-second floor.
Beyond the glass window was a pitch-black night sky devoid of stars. The biting autumn wind roared fiercely, making it nearly impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open.
The two security guards rushed to the broken window and leaned forward to look.
One of them quickly activated his earpiece and relayed the news, "North side of the building, three o’clock direction, target wears black clothes, yellow hair, blue eyes."
The security team on the first floor immediately took action and dashed outside.
In the darkness, the young man’s body plunged downward rapidly. Suddenly, a grappling hook extended from his sleeve, locking onto the crevice of a window ledge on another floor. Gripping the rope with one hand, he gracefully descended to the ground.
A black car halted steadily beside him. The young man opened the door and slipped inside. In the next instant, the car accelerated and disappeared into the night without delay or hesitation.
By the time the security guards rushed outside, all they caught was a whiff of exhaust fumes, watching helplessly as the black vehicle vanished without a trace.
The command came down from higher up: pursue. The guards quickly jumped into their vehicles and set off in pursuit.
Meanwhile, a black McLaren sped out like a gust of wind, effortlessly overtaking the security team’s rugged off-road jeeps. In the dark, only the rear end of the young man’s vehicle came into view.
At the driver’s seat, Leng Yunyang rested his left arm on the car window frame, his right hand on the steering wheel. His fingers tapped rhythmically to the music as he wore an expression of carefree ease.