Mrs. and Mr. Smith - Chapter 633

Chapter 633: Chapter 633: Pavilion Master and Marcus Taylor_1

This auction, in addition to being a method for the Capital City Martial Arts Association to recoup capital, was also a symbolic display of strength to the outside world.

Therefore, they would never allow any issues to arise during the auction.

Deploying three black and gold robe figures showed the extent of their attention to this matter.

Of course, the status of the Capital City Martial Arts Association was extremely high, and over the years, no one dared to cause trouble for them.

“The capital recovery this time must reach at least ten billion,” Jordan Richards said to the two black and gold robe figures beside him.

The two slightly nodded their heads and then said, “This isn’t really our concern. Our main responsibility is to maintain order at the scene.”

Jordan Richards remained silent, sweeping his gaze over the venue before retreating to one side.

With only one arm, Jordan Richards appeared somewhat odd.

Thus, the Capital City Martial Arts Association did not want Jordan Richards to show face, for it would be a disgrace to them.

This also filled Jordan Richards with hatred for Ethan Smith.

As time flew by, various aristocratic families from all over the country arrived at the venue by eight o’clock in the morning.

These families included both martial arts aristocracy and ordinary wealthy individuals.

At the entrance, luxury cars had already filled the parking area.

There were countless Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, and so on.

They all had one thing in common – carrying a large amount of cash with them.

At this time, however, a black-robed man was sitting in a car not far away.

It was none other than Ethan Smith.

Ethan Smith coldly watched the auction house entrance, a hint of viciousness flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, Ethan Smith suddenly spotted a familiar figure.

“Huh? The Pavilion Master is here too?”

Only to see a graceful figure slowly get out of a car.

By her side were two other individuals, one of whom was Sofia Carrillo.

With the help of the Pavilion Master, Sofia Carrillo’s face now barely showed any traces of injury.

However, Sofia Carrillo did not appear happy, looking incredibly desolate instead.

Ethan Smith’s eyebrows furrowed, and he murmured, “Does the Pavilion Master also want something?”

In addition to the Pavilion Master, Ethan Smith saw several other familiar figures.

People from the Blair family, the Bradley family, and even the Taylor family were all present.

Of course, for top-tier aristocratic families like these, the people they sent to attend would not be the highest-ranking members.

“It seems that the prosperity of this auction is far greater than I imagined,” Ethan Smith frowned.

Which meant… the impact of Ethan Smith’s robbery of the auction might be far greater than he had imagined!

With the arrow already on the bowstring, there was no turning back; Ethan Smith had no other choice.

The auction was scheduled to begin at 10 in the morning, and by 9:30, nearly everyone had arrived.

Ethan Smith did not rush to make a move, remaining in the car to quietly wait.

Inside the auction house.

The Pavilion Master closed her eyes slightly, waiting quietly for the auction to begin.

“Martha Evans? I didn’t expect you to be here too.”

At this moment, a voice sounded near the Pavilion Master’s ear.

Raising her head, she saw Marcus Taylor, Kylan Taylor’s brother.

Nowadays, Marcus Taylor was in cahoots with Kylan Taylor, which was also why he had control over a portion of the Taylor family’s core assets.

The Pavilion Master glanced at him but did not say anything.

Marcus Taylor sat down directly beside the Pavilion Master, smiling, “Martha Evans, back then, you opposed our Taylor family for the sake of an Ethan Smith. What was the result?”

“Not only did you not gain any benefits, but you also offended our Taylor family!” Marcus Taylor’s face was ice-cold.

The Pavilion Master looked at Marcus Taylor and said indifferently, “Offending your Taylor family, what can you do? Brag with me verbally?”Marcus Taylor sneered, “Our Taylor family may not have any other skills, but we do have money! Martha Evans, you’ll slowly find out the consequences of offending the Taylor family.”

“Really?” The Pavilion Master snorted lightly.

“Marcus Taylor, I hope you don’t fall sick one day, or you’ll also learn the consequences of offending the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.”

Hearing this, Marcus couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “Do you think you can control all the medical resources in the country? Hahaha, that’s a joke!”

“By the same token, do you think your Taylor family can control the entire Pyro nation?” The Pavilion Master didn’t back down.

Marcus Taylor replied with a faint smile, “I won’t argue with you, but I’m afraid you won’t get what you want today, hehe.”

After leaving these words, Marcus Taylor walked aside.

Once he left, Sofia Carrillo couldn’t help but ask, “Lord Pavilion Master, who is this person?”

The Pavilion Master replied, “Marcus Taylor, known as the Taylor family’s commercial elite, now controls the economic lifeline of the Taylor family.”

Sofia frowned, “What about Kylan Taylor? Isn’t he the head of the Taylor family?”

The Pavilion Master nodded, “The Taylor family is truly a magical family, each of the four brothers has their own strengths.”

“Kylan Taylor is ruthless, Marcus Taylor is proficient in business, Clarence Taylor has strong connections, and Hugh Taylor… has a bit more humanity.”

Sofia pondered this information and asked, “What about Duane Taylor?”

“Together, they make up a complete Duane Taylor, which is the magic of the Taylor family,” the Pavilion Master replied.

Sofia Carrillo nodded in partial understanding. After a moment, she whispered, “Anyway, there are a lot of good things.”

As she spoke, the auctioneer walked onto the stage.

Then, the door slowly closed.

From backstage, several white-robed martial artists stepped out.

They stood on both sides of the corridor, exuding an impressive and powerful aura.

In the shadows were Jordan Richards and three black-gold-robed individuals.

They released their divine senses, covering the entire venue, ready to act quickly in case of any accident.

The auctioneer walked onto the stage and started speaking with a faint smile, “Capital City Martial Arts Association’s annual auction begins now!”

“This time, we have prepared a total of thirty auction items for everyone!”

Thirty items – this was the largest number of items the Capital City Martial Arts Association had offered in recent years!

Not only that, but the Capital City Martial Arts Association had also spared no expense in preparing several Dharma Treasures!

The reason for this was simple – the higher-ups realized the dissatisfaction from above, so they had to put on a good performance.

“I must obtain the Seven-Coloured Glaze at this auction,” the Pavilion Master thought.

Soon, the auction started, and various treasures were presented, one after another.

There were ordinary antiques and paintings, as well as magical artifacts and herbs for martial artists.

“The next auction item is the Seven-Coloured Glaze!” Before long, the auctioneer brought out a glaze cup glowing with seven-colored light.

Upon seeing the glaze cup, the Pavilion Master’s eyes lit up slightly.

“The Seven-Coloured Glaze is a treasure obtained by the Capital City Martial Arts Association from abroad. It’s said that it has an indescribable effect on refining medicine, making the process twice as efficient with half the effort,” the auctioneer said with a faint smile.

“Starting bid, 80 million!”

Someone at the venue quickly called out a bid. In just over ten minutes, the Seven-Coloured Glaze was raised to over 300 million.

“It’s almost time to make a move,” the Pavilion Master said.

She slowly raised her hand and said, “500 million.”

As soon as she spoke, everyone turned to look at the Pavilion Master.

“It turns out to be the Lord of Medicine God Pavilion.” After seeing the Pavilion Master’s face, everyone immediately lost the will to compete.

“This item should be the most suitable one for the Pavilion Master,” someone commented.

“800 million!”

However, a discordant voice rang out.

They saw Marcus Taylor looking at the Pavilion Master with a half-smile.