The American kill line? I, a demon hunter, don't eat beef.

The Port of Los Angeles was sunny.

After completing the registration, Zhou Feng walked for more than ten minutes and finally arrived at his destination.

Inside the port, colorful containers are neatly stacked, and occasionally yellow forklifts can be seen shuttling back and forth in the container aisle. Cranes are also constantly operating, making the entire port resemble a precision instrument in operation.

As time went on, the remaining competitors gradually arrived.

Cars and pickup trucks were parked one after another at the port.

All sorts of treasure hunters gather here.

They were dressed in various ways, including men, women, young and old, but most of them were acquaintances and greeted each other as soon as they met.

"Hey! Matthew, how much money are you planning to lose this time?"

"Oh, Diana, you made a killing on that helicopter last time, didn't you? A whopping $5."

"Look, aren't these the Constance brothers?"

"We brought 100,000 yuan in cash with us this time, and we're determined to make enough before we go home."

Good luck to you all.

The conversations were incessant, tinged with a strong sense of tension.

As for Zhou Feng, a complete stranger, they simply ignored him.

After all, for other treasure hunters, the appearance of a newcomer means that they have another enemy whose background they don't know.

With more competitors, the chances of making money decrease.

Moreover, Zhou Feng is an Asian, and his inherent arrogance led the treasure hunters to tacitly isolate him, or even treat him with hostility.

Zhou Feng was unaware of the ulterior motives of these people; he only noticed several subtle gazes fixed on him.

Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. He's here to make money, why would he play those clique games with you?

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Finally, the three staff members from the auction company arrived.

The person in charge of the auction was a middle-aged white man wearing a star-striped hat and a black shirt. He walked up to the crowd and spoke in a deep voice.

"My name is Tom, and I'm in charge of this container auction."

"Since everyone is here, I think you should have some understanding of the auction rules."

Tom pointed to several shipping containers behind him.

"There are ten overdue vending machines in this auction. Each person should come to me to get a number plate and bid in turn. Each bid must be at least $30 higher."

"In addition, everyone can only look, and cannot touch the items inside the container in any way. If anyone is found to have done so, their auction qualification will be immediately revoked and their deposit will be confiscated."

After speaking, the host, Tom, raised his wrist to check his watch, then nodded to the staff member next to him.

"Alright, I hereby declare the container auction open!"

The staff member used a chainsaw to cleanly and efficiently cut open the security lock on the box door.

With a loud crash, dust billowed up.

When everyone saw the goods inside, they were completely dumbfounded.

What came into their view was a pile of colorful, dusty pillows and duvet covers.

And the front half of the entire container was completely filled with them.

The host, Tom, then took the opportunity to introduce the person to the audience.

"This is a container from the Middle East that has been detained for a long time because the owner was unable to pay the high shipping costs. It has been stuck for two years and now has to be put up for public auction."

"Alright, the auction begins now, starting at $50."

The crowd began to stir, seriously analyzing the potential value of the container.

Many treasure hunters' eyes lit up, as the container had come from the Middle East, according to the host's earlier description.

As is well known, this place name is always associated with keywords such as gold, oil, and wealth.

Therefore, they deduced that the goods inside were definitely worth more than their money's worth, and they secretly rubbed their hands together, determined to take over the container.

Of course, some people disagree, arguing that if these goods were truly valuable, they wouldn't have been detained simply because the owner couldn't afford the shipping costs.

Zhou Feng was one of them; in his view, a line of white text flashed prominently.

[A shipping container from Colombia contains four boxes of bedding, ten boxes of used clothing, several duvet covers, and several pillows, valued at $70.]

Seeing this, he raised an eyebrow and glanced at the flawless host, Tom.

"Colombia? Isn't that goods from the Middle East? Is the production team giving us false information?"

interesting.

Zhou Feng remained calm and silent.

Since it wouldn't harm him and could indirectly weaken his opponent's strength, it was a win-win situation, so of course he wouldn't remind these people.

At this point, someone finally couldn't resist raising their number and making a bid.

"$150!"

"$300!" a voice followed immediately.

"$500!"

The bidder was a middle-aged man named Matthew, who had a confident smile on his face.

Just now, through a tiny gap, he saw the back half of the container, inside which was a small box that looked extremely expensive.

Needless to say, it's definitely valuable!

"$600!"

The bidding became increasingly intense, with many people optimistic about the container's chances.

……

"$1800!"

Matthew's face was now flushed red as he held up the banknotes and scanned everyone.

For a moment, everyone was stunned by the price and no one dared to raise it any further.

The host, Tom, stepped forward and patted Matthew on the shoulder with a smile.

"Sold for 1800! This container is now yours, my friend."

"Alright, let's move on to our second container today."

Tom waved his hand and led everyone to a green shipping container.

The workers took the chainsaw and repeated the previous operation.

With a whoosh, the security lock was sawed through.

The scene inside was revealed to the treasure hunters—the front half of the container was piled with several large, well-sealed cardboard boxes, while the back half was covered by a curtain, making the goods inside appear and disappear, sparking the imagination.

"This container originally contained goods destined for Singapore from Taiwan, but due to staff error, it was accidentally shipped to the United States. Since it remained unclaimed for a long time, the port decided to auction it off."

Starting bid: $70. Auction begins!

Upon hearing that the goods came from Dongda, the treasure hunters' eyes lit up with greed, like wolves that hadn't eaten for three days, making an even more exaggerated show of activity than with the previous Middle Eastern containers.

As we all know, Tokyo is a superpower in every sense of the word. Its top-notch manufacturing industry, combined with the top-tier "Made in China" brand, makes it easy to create extremely popular products and make a fortune.

As a result, the atmosphere on the field, which had been fairly serious, suddenly changed, and the treasure hunters pulled out all their trump cards.

The first person to step forward to observe was a thin white man wearing a black suit and a cross necklace.

He closed his eyes, his brows furrowed, one hand gripping the silver cross necklace on his chest, and muttered incantations.

Zhou Feng was stunned.

Dude, what brings you here?

An auction? Are you trying to become a psychic?

As for the others, it was even more outrageous.

Two people were stacked together, just to get a better look at the items in the back half of the container.

Some people smeared an unknown liquid around their eyes and then suddenly widened their eyes, trying to intimidate the poor container.

There was even a woman holding a skeleton model, gesturing wildly and screaming as she danced around the shipping container.

Zhou Feng: ...Hehe, this world is still too crazy after all.

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