As they nearly reached the end of the staircase, faint snoring sounds came their way. Xia Jinyuan slowly peeked out and saw two guards clinging to their pistols, fast asleep against the wall.
Xia Jinyuan gestured to Ye Jian for a split and clear motion, swiftly approached one of the guards, and directly slashed at his throat, sending the poor man into an eternal slumber.
"To the left is the auction stand, and to the right are the small booths where the buyers sit," Xia Jinyuan pointed inside and said, "There's likely nothing important in the booths on the right. We should focus on the left, Mr. Will suspects there might be a hidden basement there, possibly storing contraband or the artifacts to be auctioned."
If they destroyed this place, Cyril would go mad.
