Starry Sky Railway: No one understands the Amber King better than me.

"Hehe, boss, you know me. Putting aside all the treasures, I can see there are quite a few beauties in this place today."

The short man let out a boisterous laugh.

"Look at your pathetic self. Once we've hijacked the venue, you can pick any woman you want, young or old, but the condition is that she absolutely cannot ruin our grand plan!"

When this was mentioned, a bloodthirsty glint appeared in his eyes.

Seeing their leader's expression, his accomplices couldn't help but shudder.

Having spent so much time together, they knew exactly what the consequences would be if they messed up their boss's plans.

"Relax, with the great treasures the mutual aid association is selling us this time, those big shots who are usually high and mighty will have to grovel at our feet, won't they?"

Seeing that his men were somewhat uneasy, the burly man took out a blue sphere from his hand.

As the sphere glowed faintly, several bombs and weapons with timers slammed onto the table with a bang.

As the object was removed, the sphere dimmed instantly and then shattered into pieces.

"Damn mutual aid societies, they really are one-off events!"

The man's smile instantly turned gloomy. He felt a pang of pain in his heart; this piece of junk had cost him a large portion of his savings.

"We must make double the money from this auction. Hmm, what's going on?"

The leader suddenly turned his head sharply, looked towards the door, and shouted.

The next moment, the heavy soundproof door suddenly shattered into pieces.

A figure, accompanied by two streaks of red light, transformed into a phantom and rushed into the room, moving forward in an eerie manner.

Before the person closest to the door could even turn around, a cold light suddenly flashed from the side, slicing his body in half like a hot knife through butter.

"what!"

A painful scream was stuck in his throat.

The sight of blood and organs swirling together creates a strange and beautiful effect.

Blood flowed like rain, and the figure continued to surge forward, bathed in the rain.

The cramped private room offered no room to move, and amidst another series of pitiful wails, the second person tried to raise his hand to stop them, but his fingers flew off along with his head.

The gushing liquid shot straight up to the ceiling, creating another artificial rain for the area.

In the blink of an eye, the faces of the remaining three people were filled with fear and shock.

A burly man picked up a huge handgun from the table, and a barrage of bullets burst through the chair and table, heading straight for the approaching figure.

Unfortunately, with a flash of cold light, a barrage of bullets exploded in the air, creating bursts of sparks.

The short man was terrified; seeing the tragedy that befell the others, he had completely lost the courage to intervene.

Taking advantage of the enemy being blocked by gunfire, he bent down and rushed desperately towards the door.

During his escape, he couldn't help but turn his head to look, and saw that figure rushing straight towards the remaining two. A look of joy appeared on the short man's face.

The gate was getting closer and closer; the hope of survival was within reach.

The corridor scenery came into view. The short man rushed to the door with a smile of successful escape on his face, but his body was in excruciating pain.

"Wha...what happened?"

The short man felt his consciousness fading away, and with his last bit of strength, he struggled to look back one last time.

On his path, three almost invisible thin lines connected the two sides, gleaming with a cold light. And flowing on them was his blood.

"turn out to be......"

His consciousness vanished instantly, and the short man's body broke into several pieces.

Its foremost arm had already touched the doorway, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, only the burly leader remained in the room.

As he watched the figure slowly approaching as if toying with its prey, a glint of silver flashed in his eyes.

He also has prosthetics.

A sudden acceleration of his thought process propelled his body forward. The burly man kicked over the chair in front of him and then unleashed his fastest speed ever to pounce on the bomb on the table.

At the last moment, he did not choose to dodge or run away.

He chose to detonate the bomb, killing the terrifying figure present, along with all the wealthy and influential people in the room.

Unfortunately, the cold blade never makes sense.

Seeing an arc of light flashing back and forth in front of his eyes, the man finally lost all bodily sensation.

In his final moments before death, a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

Outside, the auction was a dazzling spectacle, bustling with activity. Inside, however, only deathly silence reigned.

The circular instrument on the wall continued to vibrate at its frequency, and not a single sound from here was transmitted out.

......

Chapter 53 makes its grand finale appearance.

"Resolved, good. What... they actually brought the bomb in? Damn Krades Mutual Aid Society, just how many space stones have they sold out?!"

After hanging up the call, Chairman Zhu's face darkened, clearly indicating he was about to lose his composure.

He waved to his men and quickly gave them instructions.

"...Get those useless bastards at An Dun to get to work. And while you're at it, relay the situation here to the other distinguished guests. Understand?"

"Yes!"

The subordinate acknowledged the order and quickly left the private room.

Chairman Zhu's expression remained extremely grim. Although the dangerous individuals inside had been dealt with, he still felt uneasy.

"Mr. Mo, please continue to keep an eye on things. We're counting on you to ensure the safety and order of the venue today."

Chairman Zhu took out his communication device and left a message.

......

"Ah."

Mr. Mo walked out of the room, the blood on the superalloy long blade formed from his liquid metal arm had all drained away.

"You...send some people in to clean it up."

Under the gaze of eyes flashing red light, a waiting servant quickly put on a fawning expression while glancing into the room.

With just one glance, the servant turned pale and rushed to the wall to vomit.

But then, a pair of hard hands grabbed his chin.

Mr. Mo looked down at him, his hand contracting repeatedly, as if he were about to crush Mr. Mo's jaw with a steel clamp.

"Quiet down, don't disturb the guests."

The servant's gaze shifted from terror to pleading, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Mr. Mo waved his hand, knocking him aside.

Seeing the guards rushing over after hearing the commotion, he then spoke in a low voice:

"Give me the list of all those whose identities were not identified."

......

After the auction began, the roads leading to the Brilliant Palace were blocked off by guards and the private security teams contracted by AnDun Company.

Two enormous mechs slowly emerged from the forest and unfolded on the ground, forming an armed fortress.

Various powerful weapons rose up from its body, while more armored vehicles and armed flying cars began to patrol the surrounding area according to the designated routes.

AnDun Field Command Center

"Manager, what happened?!"

The security captain rushed into the command room, only to be met with the menacing glare of the security supervisor sent by AnDun Company.

The blond, blue-eyed security chief stood up from his seat, a prominent metal wire running down his neck from the side of his face, making his appearance even more menacing.

"They even managed to smuggle a bomb into the venue! What are your people doing?!"

The supervisor demanded an explanation in a stern voice, the chill emanating from which the guard captain felt a chill run down his spine.

"This...I...."

A look of horror appeared on his face, and his voice stammered.

In the event of such a serious accident, being kicked out of the company would be the simplest outcome if any serious consequences occurred.

"Supervisor! It was my dereliction of duty. I will take full responsibility and accept any disciplinary action from the company."

The captain of the guards looked terrified, but secretly he gritted his teeth.

At this moment, the only way to seek a glimmer of hope is to take responsibility and retreat in order to advance.

Can you take responsibility?

The blond supervisor had a cold look in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, two soldiers in identical armor stepped out from behind him and struck the guard captain hard on the back of the head. Then they dragged him away like a dead dog.

"Take over the on-site command of the guards at the Brilliant Palace. Also, send two teams, A and B, into the Brilliant Palace. If they find anything suspicious, arrest them immediately. If they resist, kill them on the spot."

"Yes!"

Seeing his subordinate leave quickly, the blond manager turned his gaze to the large screen in front of him.

A moment later, he said to the operator in front of the screen:

"There's intelligence feedback inside; the bomber may have accomplices outside providing cover. From now on, any unauthorized aircraft approaching should be warned immediately. If there's no response, shoot it down immediately."

"Roger that!"

The operator's fingers flew across the screen.

Soon, multiple air defense positions and fortresses standing on the ground were activated and launched missiles, which then patrolled the surrounding area.

"Ring ring ring"