Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 393 VIP Box 392

This gun might be useless to others, but it's perfect for Shunzi.

Therefore, Feng Xiuhu was determined to win.

At this moment, no one was bidding against him, and Feng Xiuhu was feeling smug, thinking that everything was under control.

He urged the auctioneer, "Hurry up! I want this shotgun today!"

Suddenly, the auctioneer pointed his gavel at a corner behind him: "Old customer from the northeast corner! Bid for twenty crab legs!"

Feng Xiuhu turned around and glared, only to see a person sitting in the corner of the last row, with half of his face covered by a hat so that his appearance could not be seen.

Gritting his teeth, Feng Xiuhu raised his sign again: "Twenty-five!"

Shunzi was already feeling the pinch, and he quickly pulled Feng Xiuhu away: "Brother, it's too expensive! This is half of our savings, and there are still many places to spend money on the road ahead!"

Before Feng Xiuhu could reply, the man behind him raised the price again: "Rudder Leaf Turns the Waves".

The auctioneer excitedly shouted, "A regular customer from the northeast corner has made a bid! Fifty crab legs!"

Feng Xiuhu was so shocked he almost bit his tongue. He quickly asked Shunzi, "Do we have enough money to keep going?"

Knowing what he was planning to do, Shunzi's voice trembled: "Brother, we only have fifty-seven gold pillars in total..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Xiuhu raised his sign.

The auctioneer pointed over: "A new customer in the southeast corner has placed a bet! Fifty-five crab legs!"

Feng Xiuhu's expression was also not good—the price was obviously far beyond the value of the double-barreled shotgun itself, but the man in the northeast corner was clearly determined to challenge him, and Feng Xiuhu really didn't want to give up.

This was the first time Shunzi had ever asked for something on his own initiative.

Feng Xiuhu said to Shunzi in a low voice, "We only have enough money for this one time. If it really doesn't work out..."

Shunzi nodded: "If it really doesn't work out, then forget it. We'll talk about it again when we meet someone suitable."

Feng Xiuhu cursed, "What a load of crap—I'm saying if all else fails, we'll just rob him after this is over!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the person in the northeast corner raised a sign and gestured: "Flip it again!"

The auctioneer's eyes widened: "A regular customer from the northeast corner has bid! One hundred and ten crab legs!"

Feng Xiuhu gritted his teeth and whispered to Shunzi, "That bastard is really rich! Just robbing him of the magic weapon is too much of a favor. Let's follow him straight to his house. Whether we can make a fortune depends on tonight."

Feng Xiuhu refused to bid, as he was truly powerless to do so.

After the auctioneer had called out two rounds of bids, Feng Xiuhu could only watch helplessly as the gavel was about to fall and the final word was handed down—

Red lanterns were lit in VIP room number four on the second floor.

The auctioneer's gavel froze in mid-air: "A VIP in Box 4 has won! One hundred and fifteen crab legs!"

The guests in the room all turned around, and Feng Xiuhu followed suit—the one who bid on the blueprints in the last round was carriage number three, but this time the lights were on in carriage number four.

Even though only five crab legs were added, no one in the room made a sound, and even the aggressive old customer from the northeast corner stopped raising the price.

As the auctioneer brought down the gavel, the items were given to the VIP in Box 4, and the double-barreled shotgun was taken backstage.

The auction on stage continued, but Feng Xiuhu had no interest in listening anymore, only whispering with Shunzi.

Feng Xiuhu urgently gave Shunzi instructions: "The plan has changed. We'll rob the person upstairs instead—we don't know who it is yet, but they're definitely richer than the last one. We'll split up later. I'll sneak up to the second floor to scout out and identify the target. You wait outside for my signal..."

Before he could finish speaking, a voice suddenly came from the corridor next door: "Guest."

Feng Xiuhu immediately fell silent and looked up—a male servant was standing in the corridor next to Shunzi, bowing and greeting them.

Feng Xiuhu and Shunzi's seats were located on the edge, with the aisle next to Shunzi against the wall. Because the room was dimly lit and Feng Xiuhu was busy discussing with Shunzi, he didn't notice anyone coming from the aisle.

"what's up?"

Feng Xiuhu asked cautiously.

The waiter smiled politely and stepped aside to make way for him.

Feng Xiuhu then noticed that there were two other men behind the male servant, and the wooden box they were carrying looked very familiar—wasn't it the box that had just contained the double-barreled shotgun?
Feng Xiuhu immediately became even more vigilant: "What do you mean?" The waiter explained softly: "The VIP in compartment number four asked me to pass on a message, saying that this ritual object is a gift to the guest as an apology and also as a way to make friends."

Feng Xiuhu looked around and saw that most of the guests in the hall were focused on the stage, and few people were paying attention to them.

Feng Xiuhu turned back to look upstairs. The beaded curtain on the platform of Box 4 swayed slightly, obscuring the figures inside.

His brow furrowed, and Feng Xiuhu asked, "Who exactly is in room number four?"

The waiter smiled and said, "The distinguished guest in the room also said that if you are curious, you might as well do me the honor of coming upstairs for a chat."

Feng Xiuhu glanced at the male servant's expression, then at the wooden box behind him. After a moment's thought, he nodded and said, "Let's go. I want to see who's so bold as to befriend me."

……

Led by a male attendant, Feng Xiuhu and Shunzi went up to the second floor and arrived at the door of room number four.

As he passed by, Feng Xiuhu took a few extra glances—the door to compartment number three was wide open and empty, while the door to compartment number four was tightly shut.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

The waiter knocked on the door and called out softly, "Madam, a guest has arrived."

lady?

Feng Xiuhu's eyelids twitched suddenly.

When the door to the compartment was opened from the inside, a familiar figure appeared in front of Feng Xiuhu.

A deep red dress, a neat and stylish short haircut—who else could it be but the nun from last night?

Unlike last night, the woman's head was now wrapped in thick gauze, and even with the gauze covering it, the large bumps on her forehead and the back of her head were still very noticeable.

Shunzi recognized her too, and nervously glanced around, seemingly planning an escape route.

The female cultivator, however, did not recognize them and gestured to them from the side, saying, "Please, both of you."

Given the situation, there's no other way but to force the issue.

Worried that his voice would be recognized, Feng Xiuhu lowered his voice and replied, "Mm."

The nun gave him a strange look, but didn't say anything more, and walked ahead to lead the way.

The private room wasn't very big; you could walk through the front hall to reach the innermost cubicle.

Feng Xiuhu looked up and saw a lone sofa facing the beaded curtain, with its back to them.

The sofa was large, obscuring the back of its owner. Only a slender, white wrist peeked out from the armrest, a cigarette held between two fingers.

The wisps of smoke, illuminated by the light filtering through the gaps in the beaded curtain, appeared exceptionally alluring.

The nun spoke softly to the sofa, "Madam, they have arrived."

There was a reaction from behind the sofa; she put the cigarette into the tray beside her, then stood up and looked back.

At this moment, Feng Xiuhu finally saw clearly the face he hadn't been able to see through the gauze curtain last night—

Feng Xiuhu had thought that Madam Xu would be a stunning beauty who could bring ruin to the country, but he was disappointed.

She is indeed beautiful, but not breathtakingly so.

Her beautiful oval face had soft angles, and a beauty mark at the corner of her left eye complemented her black pearl earlobe perfectly.

She wore a dark blue velvet dress, the hem swaying as she walked, revealing glimpses of her fair legs through the high slit; her high heels were inlaid with agate and jade at the tips, making a tinkling sound as she walked, accompanied by the tapping of her heels.

Madam Xu approached the two of them, bringing with her a fragrant breeze.

She nodded slightly and gave them a generous smile.

"Second Master, Third Master, your humble servant Xu Liansheng greets you."

(End of this chapter)