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Chapter 62 - 62 63 Ill Intentions

62: Chapter 63: Ill Intentions 62: Chapter 63: Ill Intentions “What?

When did we auction off a ghost mask?” everyone asked, confused.

Outside the door stood a man holding a gift box, his body covered in dragon tattoos.

The fierce aura around him seemed not to be delivering a gift, but rather sending someone to their demise.

“You’ve got it wrong; we didn’t auction anything off!”

Xiong Fei looked wary.

This man had achieved a high level in his martial arts practice and exuded a heavy killing intent — not to be underestimated.

“I’m here to deliver something!” the man with dragon tattoos spoke gravely, “May I ask which of you is Mr.

Ye Wudao?”

Great, he seemed even more like he was picking a fight now.

Xiong Fei frowned.

“What is it?”

“The item is in the box.

Mr.

Ye will understand once he sees it,” said the man with dragon tattoos sternly.

“Bring it here,” Xiong Fei reached out his hand.

“Sorry, the item must be handed directly to Mr.

Ye,” the man with dragon tattoos firmly blocked Xiong Fei’s hand and looked up into the private room; “Mr.

Ye Wudao?”

Su Yueli and others turned their gazes towards Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao forced a smile and stood up from the sofa, walking to the door.

“I didn’t bid on anything else.

Are you sure you have the right person?”

“The item is indeed for you, absolutely certain,” the man with dragon tattoos now looked much more respectful to Ye Wudao, holding the box with both hands.

Ye Wudao took it with one hand.

“Mr.

Ye, the item has been delivered, I will take my leave.”

The man with dragon tattoos turned and quickly left.

Ye Wudao, curious, prepared to open the brocade box.

Xiong Fei warned with a wary look, “Young Master, be careful of trickery!”

“It doesn’t matter!”

Ye Wudao opened the brocade box, his pupils suddenly dilating at the sight of the contents.

“A ghost mask?”

Xiong Fei, Su Yueli, and the others were also shocked!

“Oh my god, is this possible?”

“This is a mask worth a billion, just given to Brother Wudao like this?!”

“Ye Wudao, who would spend so much on you?”

Su Yueli and the other woman covered their mouths with their hands, their eyes wide with shock, their faces turning pale from the surprise.

“Gulp!” Even the strong Xiong Fei couldn’t help but swallow his saliva and couldn’t resist asking, “Young Master, do you know that guest from private room number one on the fifth floor?”

“If I knew them, I wouldn’t have thought about borrowing money from Yueli to bid on this mask,” Ye Wudao was also puzzled as he looked at the mask in his hand, feeling an overwhelming surge of happiness!

He looked in the direction where the man with dragon tattoos had left, realizing no one was there anymore.

“He’s gone; what do we do now?” Xu Yuanyuan asked curiously; “Should we go to the auction house to inquire?”

Xiong Fei shook his head; “The identity of guests in the fifth-floor private booths is absolutely confidential; without permission, the auction house would never reveal it.”

“If we can’t find the person, should we accept this item?” Su Yueli looked at Ye Wudao.

The person who sent the gift would show up when they wanted to.

All he had to do was wait.

“Of course we’ll accept it; rejecting it would be snubbing their wholehearted gift, what if it’s a beautiful woman who admires me?” Ye Wudao chuckled playfully, boasting to Xiong Fei with a cheerful face, “See that, Xiong Big?

This is the young master’s charm, how impressive is it?”

“It’s huge, I’m so impressed I’m bowing down to you, my admiration for you flows endlessly like a raging river…” Xiong Fei supported him wholeheartedly, pretending to worship him.

Su Yueli and the other woman didn’t know what to say.

The desired item had just been handed to him — this guy was just too lucky!

Ye Wudao stowed away the ghost mask, humming a tune, and swaggered out of the private room.

Leaving the auction house, the sky was getting darker, and it began to rain outside.

In the parking lot, Ye Wudao found his Wuling Hongguang, the legendary car.

“Let’s go, this handsome guy is treating you to hotpot.

Order whatever you like; Xiong Big is paying!” Ye Wudao was in a great mood, rarely offering to treat, but of course, he was never going to pay—not in this lifetime!

The two women had just gotten into the car when Ye Wudao’s expression suddenly changed, the smile on his lips gradually fading.

“Young Master, be careful,” Xiong Fei also sensed something was amiss; “There’s a killing intent!”

Ye Wudao squinted his eyes, looking in one direction.

“They are here.”

A group of about thirty people swiftly approached from a distance, exuding a strong and unfriendly aura!