Zhou Jiuya nonchalantly adjusted the lapels of his Zhongshan suit, and just then, he received a text message.
He picked up his phone to take a look.
[Ke Qirui: Awake yet?]
[Ke Qirui: So can I start scolding you now?]
[Zhou Jiuya: I can’t control the weather.]
[Ke Qirui: If you’d woken up earlier, so many people wouldn’t have died.]
[Zhou Jiuya: I’m just a guest, not a bodyguard. Little sister, don’t throw a tantrum with me.]
[Zhou Jiuya: Moreover, the Japanese mafia aren’t good people. If they die, they die... If this group was causing trouble in China, my attitude would definitely be different.]
[Ke Qirui: Quit the hindsight wisdom, are you coming out for dinner?]
[Zhou Jiuya: No, there’s something going on with the family. I’ve booked a flight; I have to leave right after the auction ends.]
Zhou Jiuya hesitated for a moment, shoved one hand into the pocket of his Zhongshan suit, and continued typing with the other.
[Zhou Jiuya: By the way, should I introduce you to Lin Xingshi and Zhuge Hui some day? Zhong Wujiu is too repressed, let’s forget about him.]
[Ke Qirui: Alright, alright, now that you’ve become a big shot in Lake Hunting, it’s all about them when you speak?]
[Zhou Jiuya: I was quite worried you’d die, glad you didn’t.]
[Ke Qirui: Who do you think I am?]
[Zhou Jiuya: I looked at the airport notice, and it seems that flights are delayed due to heavy rain. Why don’t you use the Train Demon to give me a lift?]
[Ke Qirui: Sure, we just need to get back to China anyway.]
[Zhou Jiuya: See you later then.]
Zhou Jiuya closed his phone, thought for a moment, then casually pulled out a playing card from the pocket of his Zhongshan suit.
He remembered the playing card was given by the security team during the entry. At the time, he thought it was a souvenir, so he casually put it in his pocket. Of course, it now seemed that this thing was no souvenir but a doused bomb.
Zhou Jiuya flipped the playing card, glanced nonchalantly at the crow on the card face.
At that moment, a line of blood-red text slowly appeared above the crow:
——"Tell the other three from Lake Hunting: next time we meet, all four of you will die."
"It’s the first time I’ve seen someone dare to provoke us, will I regret not killing that kid... Forget it, doesn’t matter."
Zhou Jiuya shook his head and casually tossed the playing card on the ground, stepping forward in the empty auction hall.
Meanwhile, in an abandoned building somewhere in Tokyo.
The heavy rain had poured for an entire day and night, finally showing signs of letting up. Inside the abandoned building, one figure was hanging upside down in the air, another stood like an iron statue, while outside, the rain drizzled steadily.
The two figures stared at each other, until finally, one of them broke the long silence.
"I’ve handed over Blue Arc to the people from the Exorcist Association; they’ll be responsible for his treatment," said Black Cocoon. "Mr. Ghost Bell... After this auction, isn’t it time you reassess the value of collaborating with me?"
"Who... exactly are you?" Ghost Bell slowly asked.
"Is who I am really that important?" Black Cocoon said softly, "What matters is what I can bring you. As long as you cooperate with me, I can guarantee that you and Blue Arc will survive and... help you stand at the pinnacle of this world to take revenge on this damn world."
After a pause, hanging upside down while reading a book, he extended a hand toward Ghost Bell:
"This is your last chance; you can choose to shake my hand, or... become my enemy."