Auction

Chen Zhao stood in the doorway and smiled at the worker. "I know what floor the auction is taking place. I don't need someone to lead me."

"I'm sorry, sir. It is the hotel's rules. I must take you to the auction."

"I told you I don't need help," Chen Zhao said coolly. "I can walk by myself. Is there a compulsory rule that you have to take me?"

"Sir, I'm afraid that it is compulsory." The worker took a gun out and pointed it at Chen Zhao.

He could only raise his hands. "Can I take my tip back."

Just then, the worker felt pain in his foot. Looking down, he saw a huge colored snake curled up on his leg. The fangs had sunk into his thigh.

"You…" The worker was on the ground.

Chen Zhao walked over and tugged at the man's clothes.

"Looks like it fits." Chen Zhao organized his collar. "With this attitude, I really shouldn't have given a tip."

He put on the man's mic and communication device. Then he opened his case.