Mr. Joelson, Did You Really Go Commit a Robbery?
Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
"Sir, I'm really sorry!"
"You have a purple-gold bank card. According to the rules of the underground city, I have no right to see your card."
"You can enter the auction directly!"
Joelson looked at the man in a suit in front of him, who had been gentle and elegant at the beginning, but now he was full of fear and trepidation. He was not used to it.
If you were a pretty girl, you could just be my lap dog. But a middle-aged man who was his lap dog was really unbearable.
The man in the suit took out a poker mask from the side.
"Sir, guests who provide more than 500,000 snow crystals at one time are all qualified to enter the VIP room of the auction. This is your pass, and you can also bring it to prevent your privacy from being leaked."
Joelson looked at the poker mask handed over by the middle-aged man in the suit. The mask was pure white, but in the middle, there was a king of spades printed on it.
King of Spades?