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Chapter 486 - 486 271 Coincidence all are coincidences (4200)_1

Chapter 486: 271 Coincidence, all are coincidences (4200)_1 Chapter 486: 271 Coincidence, all are coincidences (4200)_1 7:55 am, Tulip Antique Exhibition, at the plaza ahead.

Casio slightly lifted his head, looking at the mushroom-like avant-garde building not far away. The white ceramic tiles and large floor-to-ceiling windows of the exhibition hall flickered with white light in the sunlight, and the long signboard on top shined with a metallic luster, with the left half being exceptionally dazzling.

Around the caution lines, strong men dressed in black suits walked back and forth, their stern eyes and aura undisguised.

At the entrance, groups of two or three people or individuals walked into the door. There were also some journalists on the outskirts, tiptoeing from time to time and jotting down keywords in their notepads.

“Do you think there will be people from the Blood Spirit Association or any other organization lurking in the exhibition hall?” Sheng Feinan, dressed in a white suit, walked up to Casio, his suit somewhat shimmering under the sun.

“Definitely.” Feng Liusi also came over, looking younger today. Still, he maintained a mature appearance. With his suit, he looked about thirty.

“It’s a pity we can’t take action.”

Casio seemed a bit regretful as he said this, his eyes a bit gloomy. For him, it was like being a lion amidst a flock of sheep, seeing the prey but unable to attack.

“It doesn’t matter. There will certainly be a reckoning on the fourth day anyway. Be patient, just wait a few more days. I’m getting there quickly.”

Feng Liusi stated.

As the three of them chatted, they headed towards the entrance of the Tulip Antique Exhibition. Despite their suits, they walked quickly, constantly bypassing the bustling crowd.

Those who were inadvertly pushed aside didn’t dare to say anything, the natural aura emanating from the trio made them silent.

A minute later.

Casio and his companions were granted passage after showing their invitations and they walked along the carpet laid out to the outside, flanked by security personnel.

They stepped over the stairs and arrived on the platform in front of the exhibition hall.

Feng Liusi whispered.

“There’s at least one master of boxing visible…”

Casio’s expression didn’t change, just narrowed his eyes. An antique exhibition setup, with at least five powerful people who had broken the human limit serving as security personnel, not to mention those who were hidden, it could only be more. It shows the strong foundation of the mid-level fighters in Yunquan Fist.

Entering the gate, they saw a spacious hall. They headed towards the gallery on the right, walked past a 90-degree corner decorated with a porcelain vase, and walked a distance.

They pushed through the ornately patterned vermilion door, which was slightly ajar.

Suddenly, the faint sound of stringed instruments outside was poured in like flowing water. Under the slanting golden sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling window, the white marble floor reflected the light. Various people were strolling around the exhibition hall. Some were dressed in suits, their hair mousse-styled, looking quite elite. Some were slightly fat with beards and glasses, accompanying their partners, dressed as rich businessmen. Others were clad in casual wear, in warm-colored sweaters, with a scholarly demeanor.

The arrival of the three men did not attract anyone’s attention and they quickly blended into the crowd, strolling around.

“The antiques related to the Ancient Ruins on the list seem to be grouped together, in Hall 05.” Casio pointed not far away.

“Let’s go check it out first.” Feng Liusi led the way.

In less than half a minute.

They entered Hall 05, a partially open room with floor-to-ceiling windows on one side, that let in sunlight.

Surrounding them were pillars delicately placed at specific points, with antiques placed on them and protected under glass covers.

“How many items are there today?” Sheng Feinan asked.

“Three, they should be a mural, pottery pieces, and architectural ruins…”

Casio slowly spoke, first taking lead to look.

After searching for a while, they quickly spotted the first item. Inside the glass cover was a pottery piece, with vague patterns on it. But due to severe erosion, it was hard to recognize even up close. Feng Liusi leaned over, observing closely. His brow furrowed, as if in deep thought.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and his body emitted a crackling sound. It seemed he was so shocked that he could not control the recently broken through Deathfang Power, which went chaos for a moment.

Sheng Feinan and Casio didn’t interrupt, but just stood by quietly and waited. This lasted for about three minutes.

Finally, Feng Liusi’s brows relaxed, and he slowly straightened up.

Seeing this, Casio asked.

“So? Did you figure anything out?”

“No, just an ordinary pottery piece.” Feng Liusi shook his head, his expression returning to impassivity.

“Then why were you looking at it for so long?” Casio was perplexed.

“I only looked at it for a few seconds. The rest of the time, I had to control the acupuncture points that just broke through and suppress the uncontrollable Deathfang’s Power.” Feng Liusi innocently shrugged, explaining, “You are still in the second stage, so you don’t know what I’m going through. The acupuncture points of South Dipper Red Vulture Fist are more refined in the later stages, and the purer the force, the harder it is to regulate.”

“Sometimes, after breaking through an acupuncture point, I need to suppress it with my full strength for half a day to regain control.”

“Unlike you, at your stage, breaking through an acupuncture point can be done in less than half an hour.” In the end, Feng Liusi jabbed at Casio.

“Damn, we both thought you had figured out something. We thought you had found specific information about the ruins from the first antique.”

Sheng Feinan, standing in the sunlight, grumbled.

“Heh.”

Feng Liusi grinned, about to speak, when his body resonated with a faint cracking sound again. He stiffly stood in place, with all his focus seemingly poured into his body again, regulating the Deathfang power in his meridians. He stood there as still as a puppet.