Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

"Then I don't want it," Hal said mockingly.

Even with a Ford engine, $80,000 wouldn't make much money, and might even result in a loss. He didn't believe Chen An was so lucky to be able to drive a Ford engine.

"Eighty thousand dollars! This Asian guy really dares to bid; he's going to lose all the money he made on the last container!"

"What if they make money again?"

"Impossible! Getting even one large shipment in a single blind box auction is lucky; the chances of it happening again are incredibly slim!"

Chen An remained calm on the surface, but he had already set his sights on this Hal and was going to oppose him at every turn. If he didn't teach Hal a lesson, Hal would really think he was easy to mess with.

Fortunately, this container is radiating a golden light and is worth between $100,000 and $1 million. Buying it for $80,000 won't be a loss; it all depends on what's inside.

Seeing that no one was bidding higher, Brooke spoke up, "Congratulations to Mr. Chen An for winning the bid for this container!"

He still trusted Chen An's decision, so he made the decision immediately.

At this moment, everyone present was even more nervous than Chen An. They prayed that there was nothing in the other party's container. If there really was a large shipment, they would be very upset, having misjudged twice in a row!

Hal was not as relaxed as he appeared; he was also praying that nothing good would be in this container.

The worker stepped forward again and slowly opened the container door to reveal the scene inside. Several styrofoam boxes contained some car parts, which, although new, were not worth $80,000 at all.

"Haha! I knew you couldn't always be so lucky. All these parts together don't even cost ten thousand dollars. Looks like you're going to lose big time, Asian kid!"

Of all those present, Hal was the happiest.

The others also secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chen An.

"It seems this Asian man was just relying on luck before, but now his true colors have been revealed. Luckily, we didn't raise the price."

"Yeah, if they hadn't snatched it when it was $60,000, this container would have been Hal's. I can't even imagine what Hal's expression would have been like then."

Chen An frowned.

The system's capabilities are reliable and will not malfunction, meaning there must be high-value items inside the container.

With that thought in mind, he immediately took a step forward.

Seeing this, Hal smiled slightly: "What's wrong, Asian kid? Can't you see clearly or can't accept reality?"

"Even if you see it yourself, the container is just a pile of broken parts!"

Chen An ignored it, walked to the container, looked around, and saw that the purple light was still there, so there was no mistake.

So he walked deeper into the container, raised his hand and tapped the metal plate in front of him. A hollow sound came out, which made his eyes light up.

"Brook, there's still space behind this container. Open it up for me," Chen An said.

"Okay." Brooke was surprised that Chen An had made another discovery.

The others also looked puzzled upon hearing this.

"There's hidden space in the container? That's impossible, isn't it?"

"I have a bad feeling about this. Is it just my imagination?"

Hal's smile froze, and he stared intently at Chen An, wanting to see what kind of trouble the other party would cause this time.

The workers quickly brought dismantling tools and tested them against the back of the container, exclaiming in surprise, "There really is space behind this container!"

Then several workers worked together to dismantle the iron plate, and gradually, the space behind it was revealed to everyone.

When they saw what was inside, everyone froze on the spot, as if petrified. Even the workers stopped what they were doing.

Chen An was also quite surprised to see the three sports cars that appeared in the space behind him!

No matter how he thought about it, he never expected it to be a sports car. One of them he recognized was a Porsche 911, silver in color, a German rear-engine, rear-wheel-drive sports car with classic frog-eye headlights, combining handling and practicality.

"Fuck! Fuck! How can there be a sports car?!" someone roared in regret.

Hal collapsed to the ground, utterly bewildered. First the engine, then the sports car—why were today's container blind boxes like this?

This kind of thing rarely happens before.

Brooke's lips were slightly parted. He had seen many good things since becoming a container auctioneer, but this was the first time he had seen a sports car.

"Mr. Chen An, you're really lucky. Besides the car parts, there are also three sports cars. It seems the owner wanted to smuggle them, but something happened, and no one has claimed them."

"These three sports cars are a Porsche 911, a Mercedes-AMG GT, and a Chevrolet Corvette, all priced in the $100,000 range!"

"The total comes to over three hundred thousand US dollars. Congratulations, Mr. Chen An!"

Everyone's eyes turned red when they heard the amount; they wished they were the ones who bought the container—it was a whopping three hundred thousand dollars!

Chen An quietly looked at the three sports cars, including the Porsche 911.

The Mercedes-AMG GT boasts a long, coupe-like silhouette, a vertical grille, the three-pointed star emblem, and sharp LED headlights. Its color is Obsidian Black, giving it a cool yet aesthetically pleasing overall appearance.

He likes the Chevrolet Corvette's appearance the most; the body is gold, with distinct lines, sharp forked daytime running lights, and a honeycomb grille.

I was thinking that I was short of cars recently, but unexpectedly they sent me three, which saved me some money.

After all, we don't have much money left after upgrading the system.

"Alright, now it's our last container's turn. Those who haven't bid yet, hurry up." Brooke's voice pulled everyone back to reality.

Everyone looked at Chen An as if he were a monster.

Hal was filled with regret. He had missed two opportunities to make a lot of money. If he had gotten those three sports cars, he could have sold them and lived a very comfortable life!

He glared at Chen An with resentment; if it weren't for him, he would have been the main character today.

"The owner's information for this container is confidential, and it's quite heavy. The starting bid is one thousand US dollars," Brooke's voice came through.

No one present spoke; instead, they all looked at Chen An, wondering what his plans were this time.

"Ten thousand US dollars!" Chen An said.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.

Another price increase of this large amount, could there be a big shipment in this container? I have to make a move this time.

"Eleven thousand dollars!"

"Fifteen thousand dollars!"

"Thirty thousand dollars!" A voice stunned everyone present. All eyes turned to see that it was Hal who spoke, and someone immediately complained.

"Hey Hal, can you please stop raising the price so much?"

Hal said, "It's none of your business how I want to bid. If you want it, just raise the price."

"Thirty-one thousand US dollars!" The crowd didn't stop and continued to raise the price.

"Sixty thousand US dollars!" Chen An said again.

"Seventy thousand dollars!" Hal continued to raise the price.

Seeing this, he was secretly delighted. This Hal had been tricked twice by him and had completely lost his mind. He looked at the container.

The container was emitting a faint white light, but there was nothing of value inside.