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Su Man didn't know what to say.

She was still thinking about Shen Fei's "pledge of allegiance," but the man was already worrying about the material of the chairs for tomorrow night's auction.

The contrast was so stark that she couldn't process it for a moment.

Just then, Hannah's calm voice came through the communicator, breaking the silence of the observation deck.

"Sir, your command has been sent via encrypted channel to 1,732 targets on the list. Global coverage is expected to be completed within three minutes."

Shen Fei nodded, as if he had only given a small instruction.

"very good."

He didn't say anything more.

However, this order was quietly sent through Hannah's team, in the form of an announcement, into the private networks of the world's top billionaires, ancient families, and mysterious collectors.

The announcement did not appear in any public media, but it caused a huge shock at the top levels of power around the world.

Three minutes later.

In New York, a holographic meeting was abruptly interrupted at a private club on Manhattan's Upper East Side.

The original topic was how to deal with the Ark Battery launched by the Atlantic Group, but now everyone is silent.

In the basement of a 300-year-old gentlemen's club in London, the current head of the Rothschild family is having afternoon tea with several European nobles.

When his butler hurriedly handed him an encrypted tablet, his hand, which was holding a bone china teacup, trembled slightly for the first time.

In Zurich, in the deepest, most secret room of a Swiss bank, alarm lights flashed silently.

The system indicates that this is a world change event with the highest priority.

Many emergency meetings are held in secret corners around the world.

The attendees were not politicians from the media, but those who truly control the lifeline of the world economy.

Tech oligarch, oil prince, financial tycoon.

They felt no fear, but rather excitement, their eyes filled with undisguised greed.

"Gentlemen, did you all see that?"

In a secluded room in Zurich, an elderly European banker wearing a monocle gazes at the faces projected in a holographic projection, his voice hoarse yet filled with fervor.

"The era of national sovereignty ended last night."

He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Mr. Shen's announcement was a divine intervention."

"He doesn't need our wealth; he's screening people who are qualified to talk to him."

The old banker's eyes gleamed.

"And those collectibles we want are the tickets to the new world."

This statement instantly ignited the action of the world's top predators.

Just ten minutes later.

In Siberia, a Russian oligarch has deployed his private mercenary group, which he had just withdrawn from the Middle East.

Dozens of heavy transport helicopters braved the blizzard and flew to the permafrost region.

Their mission was singular: to excavate the tomb of the golden mammoth king from shamanic legend.

Legend has it that the tusks of that prehistoric behemoth were made of pure gold.

Around the same time.

A major American hedge fund manager appeared at the private residence of the Smithsonian Museum curator.

He brought no threats, only a blank check that could be filled with any number.

He wanted to trade something: a palm-sized piece of silver metal, supposedly from the Roswell incident, which had been stored in a secret warehouse.

Florence, Italy.

An ancient family with a history spanning centuries urgently opened their century-old underground chamber.

The secret chamber contained no gold or silver jewels, but was filled with sacred objects that had been privately kept by successive popes and never made public.

A spearhead that is said to have pierced Jesus' ribs.

A piece of wood that is said to be part of Noah's Ark.

There was also an ancient crystal bottle containing the blood of John the Baptist.

These important figures were all thrown into disarray at this moment.

They scouted for information everywhere, intercepted each other's deals, and even broke business alliances that had lasted for generations.

"Have you heard? Sheikh Khalil of Abu Dhabi melted down the gold toilet on his private jet to buy Tutankhamun's scepter from an Egyptian smuggler!"

"That scepter is fake! My people saw it with their own eyes; the real one was bought by a Japanese man just five minutes ago!"

"My team had already arrived in Cairo, so why were they intercepted?"

In the underground market, the prices of antiques and mystery items skyrocketed hundreds of times overnight.

Countless collectors hidden deep in the mountains, ancient castles, and private islands have received offers they cannot refuse.

A global covert war surrounding the blood oath has begun.

The person who started all of this was sitting leisurely on the observation deck of Sky City.

Hannah's holographic projection appeared beside her, her tone remaining calm.

"Sir, the flow of private aircraft to the mid-Atlantic route worldwide has increased by 3,000 percent in the past hour. Our airport system is almost overwhelmed, with thousands of private aircraft queuing in the outer airspace, waiting to be approved to submit their applications."

On the table in front of Shen Fei was an exquisite afternoon tea.

Su Man looked down at the long line of planes that were faintly visible in the clouds below, each representing immense wealth and power.

She held Shen Fei's hand with some concern.

"Are you really sure you're okay with doing this? You're essentially putting the most powerful people in the world on the opposite side."

Shen Fei smiled.

He picked up a pink macaron and held it to Su Man's lips.

"Manman, you've got one thing wrong."

Su Man subconsciously opened her mouth, took a bite, and the sweet taste melted in her mouth.

"They are not my enemies."

Shen Fei's gaze was calm, as if stating a routine fact: "They are my clients."

"I'm just conducting a membership screening."

"Only the most valuable customers are qualified to buy my products."

Just then, Hannah spoke again.

"Sir, the first successful bidder has submitted their pledge. Sheikh Hashem from Dubai has presented a black pearl, said to be from King Solomon's treasure, and the largest ever discovered."

On the screen appeared a black pearl the size of a baby's fist, emitting a deep luster.

"In addition," Hannah added, "the chief also presented him with his finest thoroughbred, 'Son of the Storm,' from his private stable, with the note that it was a personal gift for Miss Suman."

Shen Fei glanced at the black pearl on the screen.

"This person does have some sense."

His gaze shifted to Su Man, and he smiled.

"However, the energy within this pearl is extremely mixed and dissipates significantly, making it only a decent decorative item."

His casual attitude made the treasure that the other party had painstakingly acquired seem insignificant.

"The horse is alright, a bit spirited, but purebred. I'll have 07 build a horse farm on the island later, so you can ride it around."

Su Man looked at him, unsure of what to say for a moment.

Is this his world?

A gift that a chief went to great lengths to ingratiate himself with was described by him as merely "okay" and "decoration."

Suddenly, a red, highest priority docking request popped up on Hannah's screen.

"gentlemen."

For the first time, Hannah's voice showed a slight fluctuation.

"The Morgan family's flagship aircraft, the Prometheus, has arrived in outer space."

"They claim to have brought..."

Hannah stared at the line of text on the screen, seemingly carefully choosing her words.

"A gift that would move even God."

Shen Fei was bending down to add a little milk to Su Man's teacup.

He didn't even look up.

"understood."

"Make them line up."