"Old Fang, it's starting, that thing's up for auction!" Wang Cong was unusually excited. For everything else, regardless of the price, Fang Jueyu would just keep bidding up to the sky; he wasn't short on money. But now, something a bit more interesting had appeared, and it was mysterious enough that they were only seeing it for the first time now.
On the small cart were two very high-end briefcases. Bringing them up this time weren't the ceremonial girls from before, but two people in peculiar skintight outfits.
Those two had well-proportioned figures, short and neat hair, expressionless faces, and wore glasses that looked straight out of a sci-fi movie.
"What's this? Filming a sci-fi movie?" The strange attire led many to whisper among themselves.
"Two SS-class superpower users, this Rothschild family sure has some deep roots!" Quite a few people from various governments and military circles marveled.
