Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 210

"Ah…"

From the back of the curtain came a scream and then a dull thud of something heavy hitting the floor. The man behind the curtain hardly had the time to make a dodge before the bullet caught him in the head. Blood welled from the wet red hole between his wide open eyes. He didn't have the slightest idea how Brian could be sure of his position and how he could draw a gun so fast.

The auctioneer wanted to run away, but his knees were too weak to move. He shivered as Brian turned to look at him, then his whole body began to tremble with fear.

"Open it!" the cold voice sounded flat and emotionless. But Eric and Tony were acutely aware of Brian's black fury beneath his calm surface.

Tony stared at the floating figure in the tank and sighed. Never in all Brian's life had he been defied and riled up like this.

The auctioneer pulled himself together and walked toward the tank, his whole body trembling with fear. When he tried to open the lock, his clumsy hands shook so badly he couldn't put the key into the lock. It didn't help that he clearly felt the dark tension radiating in waves from Brian.

"This deal is off!"

A cold voice broke in just as the auctioneer dropped his key for the third time. This sudden voice brought astonishment to everyone's face. The rule was that once the item was sold the buyer could take it away after he paid the bill. The seller had no right to call off a deal.

Brian lowered his eye to look at the key on the floor, a slight twist on his lips. He didn't even bother to check who was speaking and only repeated to the auctioneer. "Open it!"

It was the same two words. But the feeling was different. The auctioneer sensed the threat hidden in that calm voice. If he didn't open the tank quickly enough… He would be dead soon!

The auctioneer didn't know what to do. He looked at Brian, then turned to Philip who approached with an easy stride.

"You need to learn some rules!" Philip said coldly as he assessed the man in front of him with sharp impassiveness. This auction drew a lot of people from underworld organizations, but none of them was as bold as this man.

Brian turned around slowly and his black eyes fell on Philip. With an arched brow he asked,"And if I don't?"

He said slowly, yet his words reverberated in everyone's heart. The tension kept building up, so heavy and oppressive it was stifling.

Philip frowned slightly and gazed again at this man. Just but a young man, yet he carried himself with the air of someone who had the whole world at his feet. A domineering aura that he could only have gained from vast experience. "Well, that is a pity."

Almost before he had finished his words, the hall was taken over by men toting SMGs. They closed in around Brian and was ready to riddle him with bullets once they got the order.

Tony took in the situation and frowned a little, but he remained motionless. He couldn't help feeling sorry for these men.

Frowning, Eric looked across the hall and exchanged a quick glance with Lenny. Both of them were calculating in their minds the best strategy for their team of four.

Brian was the only one who hadn't changed his face throughout. A hint of irony touched his smile.

"You're not welcome here. Now please leave," said Philip in an arrogant tone. Since he had settled down at the QY Island, seldom had someone dared to defy him and stir up trouble in his establishment. Those who had the guts were dead.

Brian didn't even favor him with a reply. Ignoring the guns aiming at him, he flicked a contemptuous glance at Philip and bent over to pick up the key. He straightened up, kicked the auctioneer aside and put the key into the lock. His move was calm, steady and even a little lazy.