Chapter 27

As the auctioneer stepped back up to the podium, his voice amplified and echoed through the grand hall. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, with a sly smile on his lips, "we now come to the final item of the evening, a treasure of unparalleled significance, as I had earlier said. Hidden away by none other than the God of War himself, the Monarch of Death."

A murmur swept through the crowd, almost instantly.

In Room D, Zen’s eyes narrowed, and his posture straightened. Sinclair, standing beside him, leaned in closer, his voice was nearly a whisper. “Chief, is this what I think it is? The box—what’s inside it?”

Zen remained silent, his expression unreadable, eyes fixed on the auctioneer. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“How did they find the box? It was hidden away so carefully, so many years ago,” Zen thought to himself.

The auctioneer raised his hand, signaling for silence. "The bidding will start at one hundred million dollars."

A hush fell over the room. For a moment, ther