"What's going on? Where are we going?"
"Run this way! Follow me!"
The footsteps echoed densely in the dim brick corridor.
Guests from all over the world, wearing masks, ran frantically led by bodyguards and security personnel.
Among this crowd were hedge fund CEOs, hotel chain tycoons, Latin American billionaires, and Middle Eastern princes. Wealthy individuals with a net worth below "US Dollar" weren't even qualified to participate in the slave auction of the underground cellar.
The lights went out, leaving only the beam of the flashlight swaying. Sporadic gunshots echoed from the far end of the corridor, causing the guests to tremble with each shot.
Compared to those born with a silver spoon, naively believing power and wealth come from bloodline inheritance, thinking they are the darlings of heaven,
the older guests, who had truly fought in the business world, had even greater fear in their eyes.
