Chapter 152: Bidding War_4

"Eighteen, I'm entrusting my back to you, cover me."

"Leave it to me, boss!"

The Spider Model clanked and clattered as it kicked off broken arms and legs, shrinking to the size of a dog in its lightweight mode and followed invisibly behind.

Li Pan carefully led the way in front, the theater wasn't unguarded, instead its guards were all dead. Judging from the scattered limbs and body parts around, at least a platoon of Night Walkers had been torn to pieces by something.

Clearly, Li Pan and his group were in luck; other contestants had charged in just before them, leaving the defense wide open.

So following the bloodstains, Li Pan made his way to the grand theater and kicked open the doors.

"Nobody fucking move!"

Li Pan immediately spotted the Holy Grail in the center of the theater, and next to the Grail stood a middle-aged man with a deathly pale complexion, dressed in a black robe, at the center of the stage.

He looked up again.