Trafford's Trading Club

Edgar nodded as well, "This gentleman’s carriage really matches well with our manor."

"Oh, does it?" Luo Qiu said with a smile, "This is what my female partner chose, I’m just an outsider. Anyway, it looks good."

Edgar opened his mouth in amazement, glimpsing at his female companion, and looking at the time again, before smiling, "It’s time to get started, and nobody else will come over. So, let’s go into the hall."

Right after his words, a black unlicensed Bentley Mulsanne slowly drove in and finally stopped.

Edgar apologized, "Oh, it turns out that some other guests are coming. Would you please wait for a second? I’ll be right back."

"It’s OK."

Boss Luo said. He didn’t lack of patience at all.

At this point, a big strong man wearing a black bat mask got off the car.

He had a red nose.

The man tidied his lapel. Watching Edgar approach, he said calmly, "Has the auction started?"

"Not yet, sir." Edgar said politely.

This person replied indifferently, "Then can you take me in? I don’t like to stand in the sun..."

With saying, this big strong man looked at the carriage beside, showing a surprising look, and shaking his head while laughing, "The Typica Family probably invited all kinds of weird people. Is it a retro themed style?"

"These two are honored guests of Mr. Urey," said Edgar with a smile, "Since this gentleman felt impatient, then please come in with me."

This remark was very skillful... at least this big man felt uncomfortable for the moment.

This sentence sounded OK--- but if thinking it over, it actually meant I came here specially to pick them up; and since you arrive by coincidence, then come with us... something like that.

"Humph." The big man snorted, saying indifferently, "I hope these horses won’t run about."

Looking at the owner went on the car again, Luo Qiu didn’t say anything, going back into the carriage quietly with You Ye--- their purpose coming today was really for participating the auction.

But the club owner had never forgotten his purpose coming here with the servant girl was for traveling.

The last time he desired to take a carriage could be traced back to the time he viewed the carriage the Family of Vlad al III-lea Ţepeş owned in the flower-sea castle in Romania.

"Master, do you want to try taking a carriage?"

So the servant girl said this sentence that she remembered before renting the carriage.

After entering the carriage, the groom pulled the rein, and the carriage was driven to the manor slowly.

Luo Qiu suddenly looked at You Ye and said, "What do you think of that plump guy?"

You Ye said softly, "He should be very anxious or nervous, but he himself did not seem to notice that... He has a strong sense of awareness about the external environment. It might be because he got used to staying in a safe place for long; and lost the adaptive ability towards an unfamiliar area. I think he probably has a reason which forced him to go out."

When saying this, the servant girl suddenly took off the gloves of yarn, and faint black light was shown from her finger tips.

It was mosquito-size, and flying out of the wagon’s window; soon, a loud explosion was heard from the back of the carriage.

That black Bentley ... had a tire burst.

You Ye... was actually very petty, right?

Luo Qiu smiled, "That’s enough. That plump guy is the target of our client. We should not snatch the right of our guests in enjoying their happiness."

According to his words, the servant girl wore her gloves slowly.

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...

The man who came by Bentley at last had to take the vehicle of the manor. But what made him curious was that he seemed to be taken to a place which didn’t seem like an auction area---Anyway, he didn’t think he would be in danger.

Because this manor didn’t forbid his henchmen to come with him.

But as time went by, staying in this empty room with his followers only let him become impatient little by little.

"What is that sound?"

"Boss, it seems like a videophone." One man went up to the wall and turned on the TV hanging on the wall.

There was a man sitting on the chair, but back to them on the screen.

"Are you Urey of the Typica Family?" The big man asked in a low voice.

"Hello, Mr. Efim."

He blurt out his name.

He continued, "Can you please let your followers leave this room first? I want to talk with you alone... Of course, if you don’t mind letting them know some secrets, then I won’t mind either."

"You guys go out first."Efim frowned, ignoring the advice from his men.

One thing had been revealed since the other party sent him the invitation... The owner of this manor must have something to talk to him. Therefore, at least he would be safe before the conversation.

He didn’t think he’d be safer staying in the steel bucket-like building that was protected, because some unknown threatening factors were crowding around him.

So he had to try to go face the risk himself.

"What did you want to do after so much work? For luring me to come here?" Efim took a deep breath.

He was in a bad mood now. It felt as if he was approaching the pit the other party dug step by step... even his car had tire burst just now, what bloody luck he had!

"Mr. Efim is really an intelligent person. Well, let me get to the point directly... I hope Mr. Efim will purchase the painting in the auction."

"Excuse me?" Efim gave a start, repeating subconsciously, "You want me to purchase ’The Nameless Maiden’?"

"No, no. Correctly speaking, I need you to bid the fake ’The Nameless Maiden’, no matter how much it would be, you must bid it and pay the whole price before you leave. Other guests would probably not know it’s a fake one, or would be unable to verify their guess, except you."

Efim couldn’t help sneering, "Are you kidding me?"

"How could I be? I think Mr. Efim must want to do so... because you don’t want to let everyone know that you asked people to dress up as F&C, and ’send out’ the real painting from the art museum... correct?"

"Do you have any evidence?" Efim asked back in disdain.

"Evidence?"

The chair had been turned around finally--- and Efim saw this man’s face, who sat on a chair, and heard the answer from him with a smile, "I’m the evidence."

Urey!

Painter Urey!!

Efim’s heart suddenly pounded.

"It’s you!!" Efim was incredible of the person he saw; he even cried out involuntarily.

Urey said with a teasing expression in the video, "Mr. Efim, you are the most careful person I’ve ever seen... Each time when you see Anna, you’ll make her go thorough an examination, even though she is very compliant to you, right? That’s all because you like screwing this woman. However, you shouldn’t allow her to walk in to your fortress."

"That slut... it turns out she betrayed me." Efim snorted.

He even took off his bat mask directly, grinding his teeth while pointing at Urey on the screen, "Did you two conspire to deal with me from the very beginning?"

"Anyway, remember to purchase the painting." Urey said indifferently, "You can stamp on wanderer Urey as if stepping on an ant. But now, I’m not."

"If you don’t buy it, I will stomp you to death."

Then, the screen turned black.

Efim angrily swept out almost everything down the ground from the tea table!!

"Boss, what happened?"

His henchmen pushed open the door as soon as listening to the sound. But what they viewed was the appalling look on Efim.

"Get out, I need to calm down myself." Efim breathed deeply, speaking out one word after another heavily.