Chapter 63: Ill Intentions

"What? When did we auction off a ghost mask?" everyone asked, confused.

Outside the door stood a man holding a gift box, his body covered in dragon tattoos.

The fierce aura around him seemed not to be delivering a gift, but rather sending someone to their demise.

"You've got it wrong; we didn't auction anything off!"

Xiong Fei looked wary.

This man had achieved a high level in his martial arts practice and exuded a heavy killing intent — not to be underestimated.

"I'm here to deliver something!" the man with dragon tattoos spoke gravely, "May I ask which of you is Mr. Ye Wudao?"

Great, he seemed even more like he was picking a fight now.

Xiong Fei frowned.

"What is it?"

"The item is in the box. Mr. Ye will understand once he sees it," said the man with dragon tattoos sternly.

"Bring it here," Xiong Fei reached out his hand.