“Are you the Thousand-Faced Bandit God?”
These people asked the fat man.
“Whether I am the Thousand-Faced Bandit God is not important. What is important is that I have what you want.”
As the fat man spoke, he solemnly placed a briefcase on the car's hood, patted it, and declared to the crowd with a confident air.
“Very well, but we must examine the goods first.”
The numerous buyers grew excited, their eyes glinting with greed and anticipation, as if the briefcase in the fat man’s hand were a great beauty or a precious treasure.
“No problem, but I can only show you a small portion. This is just one of the items I've brought. Whether you can obtain the rest depends on who offers a price that satisfies me.”
The fat man stepped aside, gesturing for them to approach, but insisting they view the contents one by one, not to crowd around.
The first to approach was a woman. She walked up to the briefcase and flipped through several documents. Her expression immediately became agitated, clearly indicating the significant weight of the information.
“Thousand-Faced Bandit God, I want this information.”
The woman said to the fat man after putting down the documents.
“There are buyers and sellers, and you are not the only seller here. Let’s wait until everyone has had a look,” the fat man said with a smile, clearly unfazed by the woman.
The Thousand-Faced Bandit God’s ability to roam the world without failure or incident stemmed from his formidable disguise skills. One could never know which one was the true Thousand-Faced Bandit God. Many factions had tried to eliminate him in the past, only to discover they had dealt with a counterfeit. Some had even proposed a theory that the Thousand-Faced Bandit God was not a single person but a group, a theory considered plausible and widely accepted. Therefore, dealing with the Thousand-Faced Bandit God was futile without identifying the genuine one. Furthermore, they needed individuals like the Thousand-Faced Bandit God to acquire such valuable items.
Although the woman’s face fell, she said nothing more and returned to her spot.
Subsequently, the other buyers took turns inspecting the documents in the briefcase, all of them finding them satisfactory.
“Quiet down, I believe everyone has confirmed the authenticity of the documents. Those interested can now make their offers,” the fat man called out triumphantly.
“Fifty million US dollars.”
The first buyer quickly made an offer, starting at fifty million US dollars.
“Fifty million US dollars to get this information? You should go back and let your mother spank your backside. I bid one hundred million.”
The second buyer taunted him.
“The value of this information needs no further explanation. While it is not the complete core data, it is invaluable. I bid one hundred and fifty million US dollars.”
The third buyer raised the price again. Those present were all individuals of considerable status and background. If these documents were to be auctioned openly, they could easily fetch a billion US dollars. After all, possessing this core information offered the chance to monopolize the world's top high-tech chips, a value immeasurable by mere money.
As the bidding intensified, the price quickly climbed to five hundred million US dollars. Ning Beichen, observing the frenzied scene from his vantage point, couldn't help but curl his lip. Five hundred million US dollars; they weren’t afraid of being crushed by it. However, he hadn’t made his move yet; it wasn’t the right time. He was looking for the true Thousand-Faced Bandit God, not a fake. As soon as this particular Thousand-Faced Bandit God appeared, Ning Beichen knew he wasn’t the real one. But he was connected to the Thousand-Faced Bandit God, perhaps a partner or a stand-in, but definitely not the genuine article. And Ning Beichen was certain that the Thousand-Faced Bandit God was watching from nearby.
Therefore, Ning Beichen shifted his attention to scanning the surroundings. Soon, he made a discovery. Through his binoculars, he spotted a red-haired woman hiding somewhere, also observing the transaction below. Although Ning Beichen had never seen the true face of the Thousand-Faced Bandit God, he had a strong premonition that this red-haired woman in his binoculars was the one he was looking for. He then focused his attention from the transaction site to the woman, observing her carefully and stealthily moving towards her location.
The red-haired woman was hidden by a window, watching the transaction site from afar, a smug smile playing on her lips. What good was their power, she thought, when they were all being toyed with by her, the Thousand-Faced Bandit God? The bidding outside was nearing its end. As expected, the woman made the highest bid. The others showed her some deference, not pushing the price to its absolute limit. In truth, they were afraid of offending her; even if they won the auction, they might not be able to take the documents with them.
“Sell the documents to that woman,” the hidden woman instructed the fat man playing the role of the Thousand-Faced Bandit God through her Bluetooth earpiece. The fat man below nodded imperceptibly, indicating he understood.
However, at that very moment, a knife was pressed against the woman’s neck, and a man’s voice spoke from behind her.
“Don’t move, or your beautiful head will be severed from your neck.”
The red-haired woman froze. Despite her alertness, she hadn’t the slightest inkling that someone had infiltrated her space and positioned themselves behind her. For her, this was even more shocking and terrifying than a knife at her throat. Who was this person? She was the Thousand-Faced Bandit God! With her vigilance, not even a fly could pass behind her unnoticed, let alone a person. Tiny beads of sweat trickled down her cheeks. This was the first time she had encountered such a situation since her debut. The only explanation was that her assailant was a master of stealth, capable of regulating their breathing to the point of being undetectable.
“Who are you?” the Thousand-Faced Bandit God asked, not turning around. The knife at her throat meant that any movement would result in a cut to her throat.
“Who I am is not important. What is important is that you stole my things,” Ning Beichen said. Though the item belonged to Liu Yilin, Ning Beichen felt no qualm in claiming it as his own; what belonged to the boss was his.
“What… what things?” the Thousand-Faced Bandit God asked hesitantly.
“Why pretend to be ignorant? Do I need to tell you what you stole?” Ning Beichen’s grip tightened slightly on the knife, creating a shallow red mark on the Thousand-Faced Bandit God’s neck, though it did not break her skin.