You call me a calamity? But I am Hyper Zetton!

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of boos and mockery erupted from the audience.

"Why bring this jinx out again? Get rid of him quickly, he's bad luck."

"Last time, someone fell into the sewer and broke their leg because they got too close to that cage. Whoever buys it is unlucky."

"Exactly, why buy such a menace? To worship it like an ancestor?"

"Also, your auction house must be trustworthy. You absolutely cannot let her source crystals leak out, as that will only harm everyone. This thing carries bad luck even if it's a source crystal."

Wu Bai looked at the indignant crowd around him and instantly scanned the catwoman with his senses.

Catwoman paused for a moment, as if sensing something, and slightly raised her head, her heterochromatic pupils looking in Wu Bai's direction.

The host looked at the excited customers and sighed helplessly.

This catwoman has failed to sell so many times already; if it fails to sell again this time, the owner will probably just kill it.

As for the source crystal, it may be sealed and disposed of.

Catwoman seemed to realize her impending fate, and hurriedly knelt down beside the iron cage, gripping the bars with both hands, looking at Wu Bai with a pitiful expression.

Cats have a high level of sensitivity, and during each auction, no one dares to use their senses to spy on them, for fear of getting tainted by something as intangible as bad luck.

But the person in front of him was different; this person was currently his only lifeline.

Just as the host was about to wave Catwoman off the stage and bring up another item for auction...

"Number 31 bids, one dollar." The electronic synthesized voice echoed throughout the venue.

The scene erupted in chaos. Everyone turned around and stared at number 31 as if they were looking at a fool.

The fat man looked at Wu Bai in astonishment: "Brother, are you crazy? Didn't you hear what they said? You dare to buy this? Even if you're tough, you can't play games like this."

The host breathed a sigh of relief, a look of joy flashing in his eyes.

Just as she was about to give the gavel, another round of bidding erupted throughout the venue: "Room number 3 bids 100,000."

Wu Bai glanced at the location of private room number three above, tapped his finger lightly on the tablet, and continued to call out the price.

"Number 31 bids 100,000 and 100,000."

"Room number 3 is asking for 200,000."

Wu Bai remained expressionless and continued typing in numbers: "Bidder number 31 bids 200,000 and 1 yuan."

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence, everyone staring at Wu Bai in astonishment.

"Who is this guy? Daring to compete with the important figures in the private room for auction items? Does he have a death wish?"

"Adding just one dollar each time, this isn't an auction, it's a slap in the face!"

"Room number 3 is asking for 500,000."

Just as Wu Bai was about to enter the numbers, a kind reminder came from in front of him.

"Hey friend, new here? I advise you not to shout, or you might buy it but not live to use it."

Wu Bai glanced at him; the other person appeared to be a middle-aged man.

But he didn't care and pressed the bidding button directly: "Bidder number 31 bids, 500,000 and 100,000."

"Idiot, you can't reason with a damn fool." The middle-aged man cursed, shook his head, and turned away.

After a long while, no more bids came from room number three; only a faint but palpable killing intent permeated the air.

The host, not daring to delay for fear of a change of heart, immediately declared: "Congratulations, number 31 has won a Catwoman."

The fat man rubbed his chin and asked, "Brother, why did you spend 500,000 to buy her? What kind of woman can't you buy for 500,000?"

Wu Bai stood up and straightened his black robe: "I bought it because I felt sorry for her."

He walked towards the backstage area, and the fat man hesitated for a moment before following him.

Once backstage, Catwoman was placed alone in the center, while the other staff members kept their distance, as if she were some kind of plague source.

Just then, a staff member walked over with a POS machine, wearing gloves and a big smile on his face.

"Sir, will you pay by card or cash? We can also barter."

Wu Bai handed over the black card.

This card belongs to Ji'an, and there are already two million in it.

Many people have ill-gotten gains that they cannot deposit outside, but they can deposit them in the black market, where money laundering services are also provided.

"Excuse me, where is the owner of this black market?" The staff member took the black card, somewhat surprised, but still respectfully replied, "I'm sorry, sir, at my level I can only help you find our manager."

Wu Bai pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Then call your manager over."

"Brother, what do you want with the owner here?" the fat man asked, puzzled.

Wu Bai glanced at him and said calmly:

"I've got my eye on this black market. I'll ask him if he can give it to me."

After saying that, he patted the fat man on the shoulder and walked towards the catwoman.

This scene caused the surrounding staff to gasp in shock.

Reaching the iron cage, he reached out and ripped off the specially made alloy iron lock, causing the cage to slowly open.

The catwoman huddled in the corner of the iron cage, trembling, her ears drooping.

"Master...please don't come any closer, I'll pass on my bad luck to you..."

Wu Bai ignored her, walked over, picked her up, and strode out of the iron cage.

The catwoman stopped talking, her body stiffened for a moment, and then she leaned softly against Wu Bai's chest.

People have always treated her like a plague, avoiding her at all costs. This is the first time someone has held her in their arms.

An instinctive dependence, akin to that of felines seeking shelter, quietly took root in her heart.

After swiping the money, they watched as the black-robed man carrying the catwoman walked towards them.

All the staff members were trembling with fear.

But they dared not run away, especially not in front of the customers.

So tomorrow they'll appear on the menu of that restaurant opened for the calamity.

Wu Bai accepted the black card.

The fat man stood next to Wu Bai, looking the catwoman up and down, and then touched himself.

"No bad luck?"

Wu Bai was speechless. Had this fat guy lost his mind? Why did he seem like a spoiled brat who had just entered the world?

If it weren't for his own evil stance suppressing Catwoman's misfortune, he would have killed himself sooner or later if he kept playing around like that.

Just then, a middle-aged man in a well-tailored suit with a resolute face walked over.

Upon approaching, he first gave the catwoman a deep look, then looked at Wu Bai and the fat man, and bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Young Master Qi Yuanbao."

"I've met this distinguished guest before."