Chapter 2570

Faced with the sudden turn of events, everyone in the hall, including the

auctioneer, looked bewildered. This auction was a members-only event, requiring prior registration and a recommendation from the organizers to gain entry. Who were these newcomers?

Just then, a man wearing sunglasses pushed a woman in a wheelchair into the hall. The woman wore a veil, and the dim light from outside cast a vague outline of her features.

Nash suspected he understood why the woman chose to conceal her face. She likely had scars similar to those on Raylee's and the elderly man's faces.

At that moment, the woman called out, "I bid a hundred billion." Her voice was melodious, and the hall fell into an eerie silence, with only her words echoing in the vast space.

Raylee approached her, a hint of irritation on his face. "This isn't what we agreed upon."

"What are you trying to say?"

The two began to converse, seemingly disregarding the tense atmosphere around them.

"Raylee, how I act is my choice, just as how you act is yours. What's wrong with what I'm doing?"

Raylee stared intently at the woman, his expression unwavering. He turned away, clearly annoyed. "You're no fun at all," he muttered before returning to his seat.

The woman then addressed the auctioneer from a distance, "Sir, I bid a hundred billion."

"Miss, may I ask your name?" he inquired.

"You don't need to know."

The auctioneer patiently explained, "You see, our auction is a members-only event. If you're not a member, unfortunately..."

"Oh? So you're saying my bid is invalid?"

"That's correct." The auctioneer was seasoned and had encountered all kinds of situations. He was not easily intimidated.

The woman gestured to her subordinates, and they unleashed something, sending a wave of fear through the crowd.

Nash keenly noted that it was poison. He wondered if she was really planning to kill everyone here.

At that moment, the woman spoke up, "Everyone, I suggest you hold your breath from now on. If you breathe, you might inhale the insects in the air, and I don't know what will happen then."

It was clearly a threat aimed at everyone present, including the organizers. Faced with such a tough stance, the crowd began to relent.

However, someone who was unable to contain their impatience shot to their feet and said, "We're all going to die anyway, so we might as well grab that token!"

"Yeah! If we get the token, maybe we'll live!"

"Let's go! Grab the token!"

Many rushed toward the stage, determined to touch the token with their last breath. Just as the woman was about to trigger the poison within them, Raylee suddenly stepped forward and shouted, "Enough!"

At the same time, those who tried to touch the token were knocked back by its energy, with many fainting on the spot.

Raylee turned to the woman. "You win, Dorothy." He then looked at the

auctioneer. “Sir, I'm a member, and I'll transfer my membership to this lady. Is that acceptable?"

"Uh, that is possible." The auctioneer, sensing the gravity of the situation and realizing that his own life was at stake, quickly agreed.