Soon we arrived at an open place where there were more than a dozen people standing here, all wearing ordinary casual clothes and holding a bag in their hands. From the way they looked like they turned their heads, they looked around carefully, and it was not difficult to see that what was placed inside should be money or something.

These dozens did not have any conversations, but stood in different places, constantly looking at the bags in other people's hands. When they saw that the other party was not as thick as their own, there was a hint of pride and pride in their eyes. When they saw that they were thicker than themselves, their anxious and fearful expressions were imprinted on their faces.

When he saw Asakura Ha and Mikoto Misaka walk in, he glanced at them and found that they were not holding bags like they did. After a disdainful look, he turned his eyes to the stage.

There is an ordinary MP3 on the stage, and there are 6 people standing next to it. It should be to prevent someone from forcing them to rob them. From the eyes of those dozen people, that MP3 should be their purpose of gathering here.

"Auction!" Asakura Ye, who had seen all this, immediately understood that this was an underground auction house, and the MP3 on the stage was the product of this auction.

"Aye, if we join forces, we should be able to knock him out before they can react before they can touch the fantasy Oshu." Mikoto Misaka also saw that this was an auction venue. She looked at the six people standing on the stage, and with her strength and combined with the teleportation of Asakura Ye's ability, she could definitely knock them all down within one second.

"Don't be impulsive." Asakura Ye looked at her eager look and placed her hand on her shoulder, indicating that she would not have such thoughts.

"But..."

"Do you have to listen to my orders before?" Mikoto Misaka did not want to give up such an opportunity. When she wanted to persuade Asakura Ye, she suddenly felt an invisible and powerful sense of oppression that instantly hit her whole body.

The oppression was like a bloodthirsty beast, which made her breathless. It took her unknown how long she could return to normal breathing. She looked at Asakura Ye in front of her with a look of horror, but he smiled and said what she had agreed to have before.

"I know... I know." Mikoto Misaka, who had resumed her breathing, was like a soft kitten, no longer asking for teaming up to seize that MP3.

Just as Mikoto Misaka nodded, a celebrating emcee in luxury walked from behind the scenes to the stage. A trace of excitement flashed in the eyes of the dozen people, and they all knew that the auction had officially begun.

"Okay. I don't need to say more about the effect of fantasy hand." He said loudly to everyone below. After seeing those people nodding to express their understanding, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Then, the auction will begin."

"100,000." As soon as his words fell, a fat man immediately shouted out a price.

"120,000." The tall man next to him said his price unwillingly.

"150,000"

.........

Seeing that someone started to shout prices, others followed closely and shouted out their own prices one by one, but the price they shouted was getting lower and lower. As the price increased, some people no longer had the confidence they had before.

Seeing the dozen people keep rising prices and thinking that the farce is time to end, Asakura Ye raised his hand and said loudly: "Ten million... US dollars."

When he saw someone who wanted to shout a higher price than himself, he added his currency behind it.

‘Aye…’ When she heard the bid from Asakura Ye, Mikoto Misaka looked at him in surprise. If the 10 million US dollars were transferred into R coins, it would be quite 120 million. She had never thought of spending too much money, or she was paid out of her own pocket, so she was shocked by his sudden words.

"Little kid, we only collect cash here. If we want to transfer money in a bank, we will ignore it." Looking at the confident look of Asakura Ye, he didn't see any props that could put down the 10 million US dollars he said, thinking he was the emcee who wanted to transfer money in a bank and said with a smile.

"I know." Asakura Ye took out a small suitcase from his pocket, then pressed the handle, and the original small suitcase suddenly turned into an ordinary suitcase, opened it, filled with countless banknotes.

"If you are worried that the money is fake, you can check it on site. Anyway, we can still waste this time. Aren't we?" As he looked at everyone's eyes that doubted whether the money was real or fake, Asakura Ye raised his lips and said proudly.

Although I was curious about the suitcase like Akura Ye, when I thought this was Akura City, my curiosity was quickly dispelled, and I just regarded the suitcase as a new product that was still in the experiment stage of Akura City.

"Go and get the money detector." At the same time, he was curious about Asakura Ye's identity. After all, not everyone is qualified to bring out the new product, and if the 10 million US dollars is true, he would not dare to offend the person in front of him.

The emcee who thought he had a special identity did not immediately laugh at his money, but listened to him and asked his men to take the money detector. After hearing this, his men ran out immediately, and the other men's faces were as gloomy as dusk. After a few minutes, his men ran back with four money detectors.

Put the money detector on the ground, and then put the money in the suitcase in a stack. As the machine operates, the values ​​on it jump, and the faces of other bidders are dead, because all the money that Amakura Ha takes out is real.

"Okay. If no one bids higher than this little brother, then Fantasy Oshu is the little brother." The emcee picked up the suitcase and did not want to return it to Asakura Ye, because he knew that no one here could pay a higher price than him.

Everyone who was still competing just now left one after another. Before leaving, they still glanced at him and Mikoto Misaka with anger before they left.

As everyone left, Asakura Ha and Mikoto Misaka walked onto the stage together. Just as he was about to reach out to take the MP3 away, the emcee stopped him. He looked at him unhappily and asked, "Do you want to go back on your word?"

"Don't worry, we are still very professional." I am a businessman. If I really regret it, then who else is willing to patronize me in the future? The emcee takes out an MP3 from his pocket and handed it to Asakura Ye. "This thing is a decoration, this is the real thing."

'Fortunately Aye just stopped me. Otherwise, it would have been a waste of time.' Hearing the emcee's words, Mikoto Misaka was glad that Akura Ha stopped him just now, otherwise even if he grabbed it, he would have just grabbed a useless decoration. Although he didn't like his way of stopping, he had to admit that he was very concerned.

"Oh. I'm really cautious." Asakura Ye, who took over the MP3, praised without hesitation.

Just after Asakuraye planned to press the play button above, the emcee reached out to stop him, took the MP3 back to his hand, turned it behind him, then opened a secret lid, pointed to the red button inside and said, "This button is the real play button. If you dare to press the one in front, the fantasy hand inside will be forcibly deleted."
Chapter completed!