Without waiting for a reply, he slipped into the private corridor linking the suite to the exclusive elevator on the upper floors.
His footsteps were quiet, but his thoughts were anything but calm.
Valenra never sent people without a purpose. And they only sent that particular man when they were ready for someone to end up bleeding on the floor.
---
Suite A01
Lu Zi Zhen kept his eyes on the feed streaming across the wall-mounted screen.
The man in the charcoal suit had moved down to the lower tier of the auction hall. Two silent figures followed closely behind, one male, and one female.
Their movements were precise, their attention constantly scanning the room.
They didn't wear uniforms, but their discipline was military-like, and with keen eyes, you could identify them.
"Those aren't handlers," Lu Ting Cheng muttered from the couch, his voice dry. "They are weapons."
"Noted," Zi Zhen replied without looking away. "Zoom in."
