Everything happening in the hall had nothing to do with Xia Jinyuan and his team; almost all the staff in the entire hall were from Noah's country. Even if Cyril were to kill all the hall staff now, Xia Jinyuan and his team wouldn't intervene.
Gunshots echoed in the lobby, stray bullets shattered the splendid crystal lights, scattering pieces all over the ground. Illuminated by the light, the floor glittered like countless diamonds embedded in it, with blood snaking across, staining the sparkling shards and wetting the shining floor.
Cyril, who would shoot at the drop of a hat, was now well-protected, sitting on the hotel sofa, waiting to blow up his auction venue and for the fool who wanted to steal the four famous paintings to show himself.
Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian were in the process of evacuating; they needed to intercept Noah now.
It wasn't exactly to intercept Noah—Cyril's men were on it. They were just conveniently rescuing Alice Cheng in passing.
