Opening the door, sure enough, a guard in a suit was guarding the door, and there was nothing special outside the door. There was nothing but an elevator. It seemed that the two people just took it and left.
"Sir, this is a closed area." The guard looked at Brian and said.
Brian nodded and took out the certificate, "I'm here to see Mr. St. Gary. He invited me."
The guard looked at the name on the certificate and began to search it in the register. Brian took the opportunity to look around. He noticed that the elevator behind the guard was moving upwards.
"Sorry sir, your name is not on the list."
Brian looked at the number on the elevator and said perfunctorily: "Impossible, please check again."
The guard had no choice but to lower his head and check again. There was a soft "ding" sound and the elevator door opened.
The guard checked again. Just when he was about to say something, he felt something hard on his waist. Then he was pushed into the elevator by the guy in front of him. He found that he was being held hostage at gunpoint.
"Do not kill me……"
Before he could finish his words, Brian had already hit his carotid artery with the butt of his gun, causing the guard to faint. This was not because he had any kind intentions, but it was just that shooting would easily attract others.
With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened again. This elevator was a direct elevator and stopped directly on the second floor.
There was no one outside the door, only a long corridor. Brian dragged the guard to a utility room nearby and hid it.
Brian was walking in the corridor, and after a few steps he heard footsteps behind him. When he turned around, a waiter came out from the corner carrying a tray with red wine and glasses on it.
"What's the room number?"
"Uh...No. 7, sir."
"Just leave it to me."
Brian waved his hand and dismissed the waiter, and carried the tray towards room 7. He had just noticed a number on the door of each room, and was about to go in to take a look. This gave him a reasonable identity.
At the door of Room 7, a sturdy man with a ponytail came out of the room. He looked like a bodyguard or something. When he saw Brian coming over with a drink, he motioned for him to leave it at the door.
Brian obediently put down the drink and saw Mawei lighting his cigarette. Suddenly, he punched him in the throat. Mawei's throat bone was shattered. He covered his neck in pain but couldn't suck in any air.
Brian ignored the ponytail and walked straight into the room.
The room was dark. This was a modified venue, similar to a closed box. Only the central stage was bright, and there were private rooms separated by glass around it. Someone could vaguely be seen inside.
A naked girl was brought to the stage by a bald man and placed under the spotlight. There was a turntable in the center of the stage. As the turntable rotated, the girl's various angles were under everyone's gaze.
As the girl turned, a narration began to introduce the girl's skin color, race and price. Before the narration finished, someone began to bid, fifty thousand US dollars, one hundred thousand US dollars, one hundred and fifty thousand US dollars. The price kept being raised, and finally stopped.
The deal was finally completed for US$250,000.
The winner was the young man in the box where Brian was sitting. He smiled and seemed to be in a good mood. He snapped his fingers and without looking back he ordered behind him: "Pour the wine on."
Brian stepped forward to play the role of a waiter and poured wine into the young man's glass. At this time, the girl who made the deal was taken down, and another girl was brought up. Brian's heart suddenly lifted, and the girl's side face
The face looks so much like his Kenm.
Bidding starts soon.
"Fifty thousand U.S. dollars, one hundred thousand U.S. dollars..." the auctioneer kept shouting as the bidding light came on, and the price soon reached two hundred thousand U.S. dollars.
"Look at this girl's skin, I want to tell you something, she is still a virgin... Okay, two hundred and fifty thousand, oh, three hundred thousand U.S. dollars, three hundred and fifty thousand U.S. dollars, is there any higher, okay
Yes, the offer here is US$400,000..."
This price has almost doubled the price of the previous girl, but the auctioneer still did not give up and continued to confuse: "Okay, it seems that four hundred thousand dollars has reached everyone's psychological expectations, so I have another exciting news here.
Declare, this girl, she is an American, a true American from California."
The auctioneer clearly understood the psychology of these people. As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere of the auction became lively again, and the prices kept rising. Often, the previous price had faded, and the next price had already been quoted, and the price was quickly raised.
For $600,000, no one finally bid again.
Brian was extremely anxious, because when the girl turned around just now, he clearly saw that it was Amanda. Although it was not Kenm, it was Amanda.
Brian didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky. Fortunately, he didn't have to watch his precious daughter being bid naked in front of a crowd of animals, but unfortunately, he still hadn't found Kenm's whereabouts.
Perhaps Amanda is the only one who knows the whereabouts of Kem.
Seeing that the auctioneer had shouted six hundred thousand for the first time, Brian felt anxious. The red wine had already spilled out of the quilt and sprinkled all over the young man. The young man yelled loudly, but Brian directly took out a gun and pressed it against the young man's head.
In the back of his head, he urged: "Buy her, buy her!"
The young man was a little confused. The auctioneer quoted 600,000 for the second time. Brian couldn't wait any longer and pressed the bidding button himself.
"Oh, someone has bid, 650,000, ah, 700,000, oh, 750,000, it seems someone is determined to get it, okay, 750,000 for the first time, 750,000 for the second time,
750,000 for the third time, the deal is done! VIPs who successfully bid can come to the backstage to pick up your goods."
The auctioneer was still trying his best to incite the atmosphere at the scene. Brian had already held the young man hostage and was about to walk out of the private room. He wanted to see Amanda quickly. Maybe she could tell him where Ken was, but as soon as he left the room, he felt something in the back of his head.
There was a pain, and the vision turned black.
Vaguely, he felt someone slapping him hard on the face. Brian woke up and found that he had been handcuffed to an exhaust pipe. The exhaust pipe was so high that Brian had to stand on tiptoes.
There are guards here in front and behind you.
Seeing that he was awake, a man came up, and Brian recognized him as the host of the party-Saint-California.
"Who are you? Don't lie, we know you are not from the Security Bureau."
Saint-California waved the fake ID in front of Brian. The poor photo had been torn off, revealing the true appearance of the owner of the ID.
The situation at hand did not allow him to have any other choice. Brian told the truth: "My daughter, she is here. The girl just now was with her. I just want to take her home."