The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

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 Flare 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, | 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 | 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 wakingup, | 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.

“What's the use of having eyes!?” His underling was scared out of his wits and quickly explained, “The person was wearing a hat and a big mask, dressed in a hoodie and long pants, | really couldn't tell.” “Get lost.” “Yes.” Keith took another few puffs on his cigarette Only two people? They've got guts! Dare to bomb the Mafia Wolf's base? Let's see if they can get out! The octagonal stage.

Each side corresponds to a booth, there were three floors in total, Arabella’s booth number 3 was on the top floor.

“Miss, look, this bid button can only increase by three million, each tyou have to add three million!” Jack found that the bid button in the booth only had one option.

“This is hardcore! Mafia Wolf is blatantly robbing people!” Arabella crossed her legs casually, sat on the couch, phone in one hand, sipping the lemon water on the table with the other.

“Miss, aren't you afraid it's poisoned?” Jack widened his eyes, seemingly admiring Arabella’s courage.

Arabella was unfazed, “What poison in this world can't | handle?” “Good point.” With that, Jack also picked up a glass of lemon water and chugged it! He was really thirsty after running around with the boss all day after all! “Hmm, this lemon water is really good!” he seemed to think.

He poured another one, then said, “In our country’s auctions, there are options for bids to increase by ten thousand, fifty thousand, hundred thousand, and so on. But here, they want you to start at three million! This is too much! Boss, you still haven't answered my question from before.” “Hmm?” “How much money do you have?” Looking at his sincere smile, Arabella stretched out her slender fingers and showed him a two..

“Twenty 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 for a while.” “Subtract a zero.” Jack spat out a mouthful of lemon water, “How much? Two billion? Boss, you're joking, right? Is two billion enough to buy the cinnamomum tenuis? | think we're going to lose!” “Oh, I'm not planning on buying.” “Huh?” Jack swallowed, “Boss, you're not buying, not stealing, not buying on credit. Are you planning on just taking it?” “Mhm.” That was the plan then.

Jack was helpless, his guns and small bombs had already been handed over to the security outside, how long could he last with his bare hands? “Miss, I'm not young anymore, for missions like this, you might consider Jones. Jones is agile and bulletproof.” “Oh, I'll make a note and tell Jones later.” “No.” In booth number 2, Carl spoke respectfully, “Mr. McMillian, the cinnamomum tenuis will appear last. Would you like to rest for a while?” “No need.” Sitting in the single chair, Romeo had a cold look in his eyes, emanating a strong aura, “How is Grandmother doing?” “Mr. Brodie just called and said her condition is getting worse.” It seemed like she wouldn't last much longer.

“Get the plane ready, once we get the stuff, we'll go back immediately.” He also didn’t know if that little girl was off to work yet, if she got hand had a good meal.

He missed her already, just a short while after he had left.

At that moment, a male auctioneer walked to the middle of the octagon, took a small hammer and tapped it and authoritatively announced, “Now, | declare, the auction begins!” The first item was a beautiful woman, trapped in a cage, hugging her knees helplessly.

She looked very pitiful.

“This auction is really an eye-opener” Jack was truly broadening his horizons. Every the came, those people managed to break his understanding.

Arabella was playing with her phone, not even bothering to look up.

“Starting bid three million!” said the auctioneer.

Many booths quickly bid three million. Soon, several booths raised their bids.

The stage screen showed in real time: [Booth No. 7: Six million.] [Booth No. 9: Six million.] [Booth No. 11: Six million.] Since the three booths offered the sprice, the bidding had to continue, but booths 7 and 11 both felt that six million was already a high price for a woman and not worth raising the bid.

T So they didn’t respond in the third round of bidding.

[Booth No. 9 bids nine million!] [Booth No. 9, nine million for the first time!] [Booth No. 9, nine million for the second time!] [Booth No. 9, nine million for the third time, sold!] [Let's give a round of applause for our ninth bidder, who nailed it!) “These people have no shame!” Jack criticized, disgusted by the fact that they're auctioning off girls in public. It's sickening.

“That's just the way the world works,” Arabella casually reminded him as she tapped on her phone screen, “Especially in the triangular zone. All the things you think couldn’t possibly happen or shouldn't happen are happening every day.” “Boss, why do | get the feeling you're wise beyond your years?”