Weekend, New York, Manhattan.
"Although the roads are interconnected, there are key points all around, all under CIA control," Lin Wan remarked.
Lu Zheng nodded, "So clever!"
At this moment, Lu Zheng and Lin Wan had already gone incognito and arrived at the underground auction venue, and there were less than twenty minutes left until the auction began.
"Is this the underground auction?" Lu Zheng felt speechless.
Various luxury cars were parked in the lot, wealthy individuals and professional agents were all dressed to the nines, and they even needed invitations to enter the venue.
"Of course," Lin Wan laughed, "The security and requirements of underground auctions are sometimes stricter than those of regular auction houses."
"Quite an eye-opener," Lu Zheng clicked his tongue in amazement, "But an underground auction is still an underground auction. Aren't these people afraid of being double-crossed by the organizers?"
