The VIP hall was spacious and luxurious, easily large enough to accommodate several hundred people. In the center of the hall stood a massive stone platform, obviously for displaying items.
Zhaang Ye glanced around the VIP hall and saw twenty to thirty people scattered about. They were all dressed identically, wrapped tightly in cloaks that left only their eyes exposed.
Zhaang Ye wasn't surprised by this. The items auctioned or traded in the black market were valuable and mostly of dubious origin, so both buyers and sellers in the VIP hall would subconsciously protect their identities. They didn't want anyone to know the origin or destination of the goods.
After sizing up the situation, Zhaang Ye found an empty seat and sat down. But the moment he did, he felt something was wrong. The seat was unbelievably cold. As soon as he sat, his entire body stiffened.
'Hm?' Zhaang Ye's gaze swept across the room and quickly landed on a tall, thin man.
