The Princess and the Paupers

Chapter 297

The auction, in the south side of the city.

Arabella had passed the verification and brought Jack to private booth number 3. Soon after, their whereabouts were reported to the boss of Mafia Wolf.

“Boss, the guys from Mafia Flame are here! Didn’t expect them to have the guts to step onto our turf. It’s just what you wanted.”

“Ever been to school?” Keith took a deep drag on his cigarette and slowly blew it in his face, “You seem to know your idioms.”

“Heh, boss, you’re too kind, I did go to primary school for a few years.” His underling chuckled nervously.

But before he could finish, Keith stubbed his cigarette out hard on his head, “I never went to school, and I hate it when people show off their knowledge in front of me!”

“Ah.” His underling trembled in pain but dared not resist, he knelt down and begged for mercy, “Boss, you’ve got it wrong, I’m not educated, I’m only fit to be your ashtray.”

Keith smirked coldly, “Does it hurt?”

“N–no, not at all, thanks to you Keith for waking me up, I feel refreshed now!”

“Hmph.” Keith released his grip and let him go.

“Boss, should we surround them? Take them down in one fell swoop?”

“No rush.” Keith lit another slim cigarette, took a puff, “Wait until they win the bid.”

Before killing them, might as well make a quick buck.

“Understood.”

As his underling was about to leave, Keith called him back, “How many of them are there?”

“Just two. One is male. One could be female.”

Could be?

“You can’t even tell the difference between a man and a woman?”

Seemed like he put out his cigarette in the wrong place earlier.

He shouldn’t have put it out on his head, but rather on his eyes.

of

was wearing a

tell.”

“Get lost.”

“Yes.”

took another few puffs on

people? They’ve got

Wolf’s base? Let’s see if they can get

The octagonal stage.

a booth, there were three floors in total, Arabella’s booth number 3 was on

time you have to add three million!” Jack found that the bid button in

Arabella crossed her legs casually, sat on the couch, phone in one hand, sipping

widened his eyes, seemingly admiring Arabella’s courage.

was unfazed, “What poison in this

up a glass of

was really thirsty after running around with the boss all

is really good!” he seemed to think.

thousand, and so on. But here, they want you

“Hmm?”

money do

stretched out her

billion? Alright, alright.” Jack drank his lemon water with relief, the pressure in his heart finally easing, “Twenty billion, at least we can fight with Mafia C

a while.”

“Subtract a zero.”

much? Two billion? Boss, you’re joking, right? Is two billion enough to buy the cinnamomum tenuis?

not planning on buying.”

buying on credit. Are you planning on

“Mhm.”

the plan then.

bombs had already been handed over to the security outside, how

young anymore, for missions like this, you might consider Jones. Jones

note and tell

“No.”

McMillian, the cinnamomum tenuis will

had a cold look in his eyes, emanating a strong

Brodie just called and said

she wouldn’t last much

we get the stuff, we’ll go back