Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 68 - 68 62 Couldn't Hold Back

68: Chapter 62 Couldn’t Hold Back 68: Chapter 62 Couldn’t Hold Back I was excited, looking forward to everything, but also incredibly tense.

However, I couldn’t just focus on the excitement and tension; what mattered most now was to check the positions of the security staff.

If things turned physical, I’d have to think about which direction to run.

Taking advantage of the fact that the target hadn’t entered yet and with the phone already in hand, Gao Yi swiftly opened the Dark Web page and quickly located the entrance to the C-level task, accepting it with Busan’s account.

Accepting the task just before taking action had indeed paid off for Gao Yi.

Pocketing his phone, Gao Yi moved inconspicuously towards the entrance, but as he neared the castle door, he was shocked to discover the host, Henry, leading Ditzel in a different direction.

What was going on?

What exactly was happening?

Henry leading the way, about a dozen people came in from the side of the lawn where the helicopter landed and then made their way towards another side of the castle.

In that instant, Gao Yi’s heart chilled by half; he took his phone out of his pocket, silently turned off the evidence recording feature, and chose not to upload.

Evidence didn’t necessarily have to be video; of course, having a video would be ideal, but often it wasn’t feasible to provide video evidence.

Just like now, he had no choice but to give up recording.

Furthermore, there were situations where it was impossible to even carry a phone, but that surely didn’t mean action couldn’t be taken without recording a video.

That, of course, was not the case.

Gao Yi suppressed his impetuous feelings once more and shifted his gaze back to the decorations in the hall.

With my mind unsettled, nothing really appealed to me, except for looking at the pairs of full body armor by the staircase, which provided some comfort.

Moreover, as soon as I looked at the one holding a hammer at the top of the stairs, I immediately felt a sense of calm.

“Have I really gotten used to using a hammer?”

Gao Yi muttered to himself internally, then he began to examine the warhammer carefully.

It was a spiked mace, which looked quite formidable, but the handle was a bit long, about forty centimeters or so.

Calling it a one-handed hammer seemed incorrect since the head was too large, and calling it a two-handed hammer would be inaccurate as the handle was somewhat short.

I wondered if it was just for show.

As Gao Yi was stroking his chin and scrutinizing the hammer, he suddenly heard someone beside him say, “Mr.

Zhang, are you also interested in armor?”

Gao Yi turned around and saw that it was the gallery manager.

I had been in the castle for over half an hour, and not a single English speaker had appeared; moreover, these French folks were annoying.

Even though they could speak English, in a venue dominated by French people, they refused to do so.

Gao Yi pointed at the armor in front of him and said, “I was wondering if putting a few of these in my castle would be a good look.”

The manager smiled and said, “Please trust your aesthetic, Mr.

Zhang, full body armor and an ancient castle are a perfect match.”

Gao Yi said nothing but just looked back twice.

The hall was becoming noticeably crowded.

The banquet was set to start at seven and end at nine, with the charity auction beginning during the banquet, meaning people could bid while dining.

As the host, Henry would offer five paintings for auction, with all proceeds going to a charity foundation.

The paintings were provided by Henry, and the money used to bid was also from Henry.

If the bidding became stagnant, someone would surely purchase the paintings at a reasonable price, and the charity foundation was controlled by Henry.

It was a complete closed loop, focusing on keeping the benefits within their own group.

If anyone was foolish enough during the auction to spend money on charity, like Gao Yi might, then Henry would naturally be very pleased.

The overall process was clearly described on the invitation.

It was already six fifty, and Gao Yi wanted to know when Henry, the host, would make an appearance.

Logically, Henry should be greeting guests by now, even if he had downgraded their status.

He couldn’t just leave them hanging without any acknowledgement, yet the banquet was about to start, and he still refused to come out.

That was very off.

At that moment, numerous service staff, both male and female, began to emerge from small doors on either side of the hall.

They came out in single file and went directly to each guest, spoke a few words quietly, and then began to lead the guests towards the dining area.

Was this the start?

Why was there no speech from the host, and why wasn’t the host welcoming everyone to sit down?

Despite the many people in the hall, it remained quiet, too quiet for a banquet in progress.

A smartly dressed waiter approached Gao Yi and the gallery manager, bowed slightly, spoke two sentences in French, and then promptly switched to English, “Good evening, Mr.

Zhang, the banquet is about to begin, please allow me to show you to your seat.”

The English-speaking waiter must have been arranged specially; Gao Yi glanced at the gallery manager, smiled, and then said to the waiter, “Thank you.”

The waiter remained polite and said, “Mr.

Zhang, Mr.

Pierre, please follow me.”

The waiter kept one hand extended in a gesture of invitation and led the way for Gao Yi and the gallery manager.

Gao Yi couldn’t help but look at the manager and said, “They’re really well-prepared.”

The manager responded with a smile, “Yes, indeed.”

Being the only Chinese person present, Gao Yi received special treatment, and his waiter was clearly arranged in advance, eliminating any concerns about language barriers.

The waiter stopped by a table, pulled back a chair slightly, and said to Gao Yi, “Mr.

Zhang, please.”