"I'm in the Dragon Clan, what the heck is the Naruto Counterattack System?"

At this moment, on the third basement level of Mi Palace Blue Bay, in the spacious area originally used for slave auctions.

A hundred or so seats filled most of the space.

But the venue did not feel crowded or dark. Four pillars stood in the four directions of the venue, and there was a thick red cashmere carpet underfoot. The chandeliers illuminated every corner in gold.

The distinguished guests entered in an orderly fashion, donned white masks to conceal their identities, and followed the aisles to find their seats, quietly taking their places.

Looking at the high platform in the distance, which was blocked from view by a scarlet curtain, the colorful eyes under the holes of everyone's masks flickered slightly.

Everyone maintained a certain social distance, and no one wanted to reveal their identity before the event started. After all, there was no body search before entering, and not even the most basic metal detector.

Who knows how many desperados are here, or if there are any enemies I have a grudge against?

"Why did the boss suddenly decide to make us work overtime? I was planning to fly to Las Vegas to watch muscular men do striptease, or sunbathe on a private yacht in the Caribbean, or ski in the Alps, which would also be nice!"

In a private box on the second floor of the auction house, Mai Shude, wearing a long dress, sat in a chair and looked into the room through a floor-to-ceiling window made of one-way glass.

Although a mask covered her face, the silhouette beneath her skirt was enough to attract attention.

"Stop playing around. If you hook up with a few more rich guys, your boyfriends could make a '300' movie. Compared to you, I'm living a miserable life." Su Enxi's complaints came through the encrypted channel's headset.

"Who told you to be the housekeeper? Without your hard work, how could I be enjoying such a life?" Mai Shude chuckled. "Speaking of which, the boss is playing the riddle game again. Have you figured out the identity of the organizer of this 'press conference'?"

"Let me see... Wow, this is quite interesting. Kazuo Miyamoto, a descendant of the Miyamoto family, the 'Snake-Headed Eight Families' of the Japanese yakuza."

The sound of typing came through the headphones. After a moment, Su Enxi said in a surprised tone, "I was confirmed to have a dangerous bloodline when I was seven years old, I defected from my family at fifteen, and became the fourth member of the Fierce Ghost Clan, 'Flying Car,' at twenty-three."

"The main task is to contact smugglers abroad to smuggle wild hybrids into Japan for research and development of some kind of 'evolution drug'."

"However, since he was exposed and wanted, he has been living in exile overseas all these years and can't go back to Japan. He has probably been abandoned by the Demon Clan."

"So the boss has his eye on that 'evolution drug'?" Mai Shude raised an eyebrow. "That can't be right. It's obviously a ridiculously fake. Who would care, except for crazy people who don't care if they turn into Deadpool and those old guys who are about to die?"

"Didn't the boss say we'd meet someone?" Su Enxi munched on potato chips, saying fiercely, "Riddlers are the worst!"

"Sometimes I really can't tell if the boss is just eccentric or wise," Mai Shude said, picking up her glass and rubbing her fingers together thoughtfully. "Speaking of which, Lu Mingfei is also in this city. Could it be related to him?"

"What are you thinking? He's just a middle school student," Su Enxi complained. "The boss repeatedly told you to bring that thing with you, so it's obvious that the other party isn't someone you can mess with."

Mai Shude snapped out of her daze, reached behind her, and chuckled, "It's been a long time since I've used this."

Futsu-no-Mitama, one of the three sacred swords of the so-called "Age of Gods" in Japan, is the sword of "Takemikazuchi" in mythology. In the eyes of the Japanese, it is like the "golden cudgel" in Chinese mythology, and it should not be a real weapon.

The fact that the "boss" made Mai Shude carry this item is enough to prove how much he values ​​that person.

Crack! Bang!

Everyone was seated when, amidst a tooth-grinding sound, two servants standing outside the door pushed open the door, and the previously quiet atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the red curtain trembled and was unveiled.

A man in a black suit stood on the stage, holding a microphone. Behind him was a marble display stand and a large screen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening."

The man brought the microphone to his lips, his gaze sweeping over the masks of the crowd below, and said with a formulaic smile, "Welcome to this 'press conference.' Thank you all for your support and trust in coming from afar."

"I know everyone's time is precious, so without further ado, let's begin the first segment."

After a brief opening, the man did not continue with any lengthy remarks, but instead turned around and pulled off the black cloth covering the display stand.

call! !

A colorful glass test tube appears under the white light.

"An evolution potion that can refine bloodlines," the man said with a slight smile. "However, we prefer to call it an elixir of immortality."

longevity.

The vast area was originally quiet.

But the moment those two words were uttered, the room seemed to gradually become restless. Everyone sat up straight and raised their heads, their piercing gazes converging on the reagent.

The word "immortality" is poison to anyone who holds power, wealth, and authority but whose lifespan is nearing its end.

Sweet, tempting poison.

Meanwhile, in a corner seat, a figure in a white suit seemed completely oblivious to the conversations of those in the arena.

He shifted uncomfortably and tugged at his obviously uncomfortable trousers.

"Damn it, what did those bastards in the equipment department put in my clothes again?"

Noticing the strange looks coming from beside him, Chu Tianjiao could only endure the discomfort and stop moving, cursing inwardly, "This feeling... could it be that they put in a thicker crotch protector?"

Once he brings back what that old Angers wanted, he's going to tear those bastards' precious Gundam apart!

"I'm sure everyone here has some doubts about the effectiveness of the evolution drug, but I believe our product has enough strength to give you all interest and confidence."

On stage, the man smiled slightly, turned to the side, and raised his hand to gesture for everyone to look at the screen: "Next, please allow me to demonstrate the product's effectiveness and success stories."

As soon as he finished speaking, the previously black screen turned on, and the light shone on the faces of everyone present.

On that enormous screen were images of the other floors of the venue, including the casino and the arena...

Inside the underground casino, red and blue lights illuminated the dark walls on both sides, while the blaring alarm bells created a hurried melody.

Buzz! Buzz!

A few dozen security personnel dressed in black made the already quiet and narrow space crowded with people.

Looking around, almost everyone was holding a machete, and dangerous firearms were tucked into their bulging waistbands.

The alarm meant they were under attack, but the security personnel remained remarkably relaxed.

They have so many people, no matter who the enemy is, they...

"what!"

"don't want!!"

"No! Don't kill..."

Before the security personnel could run upstairs, they suddenly heard sounds coming from the deep passageway, along with a series of gunshots and piercing screams.

The noise rose and fell in waves, but after only a brief moment, it eerily fell silent again.