Transmigrated as a scumbag husband

chapter 116

The action house is the largest black market transaction every year. People from various criminal groups gathered here with their spoils, and merchants from various humans from different planets also came here to look for valuable goods.

The alert level of the action house has been raised to the highest level, but this cannot prevent fugitives from coming every year. After all, everyone wants to do a business that makes a lot of money.

Arman loosened his collar, but felt it was still too tight. Three years ago, in pursuit of a stable life, he retired from being a hunter and became the captain of the guard at the auction house.

He is not bragging, but in the past few years since he started working, no one could escape from his grasp. After all, the title of S-rank hunter is not earned in vain but today he always felt somewhat uneasy as if his bound to lose his title.

Arman decided to go to the corner to smoke a cigarette and relax to remove his uneasiness. As he walked, he sternly asked the guards patrolling everywhere to always be attentive to suspicious people. Just as he turned the corner, there was a loud sound on the hallway.

Arman turned around suddenly and saw a strange-looking mecha, whose specific model could not be identified, standing carelessly on the head of the lion statue.

Tsk, another one who is not afraid of death. Arman thought so, but without any delay he summoned his mecha and went forward to meet the enemy.

"The shield defense of this auction house is not that good, well this is good, I can finally move some muscle."

While listening to Akira talking meaningless nonsense on the communication channel, Ethan noticed a waiter. His build was similar to his, the waiter wore a uniform that has a serial number.

Ethan took a glass of wine from the table next to him and staggered towards the waiter. When he was about to get close, he tripped and bumped into the waiter. The red wine in his hand spilled onto Ethan's chest, making his white suit turn red.

"How dare you ruin my suit! Is this how you treat your VIP customers?!" Ethan drunkenly said while showing his VIP card.

"I'm sorry sir, are... Are you okay?" The waiter quickly bowed and apologized.

"Do I look okay?! My suit is very expensive! Where is your manager I want to complain you!"

The waiter looked young, and he looked like a newcomer. Being embarrassed by Ethan like this, he was so anxious that some beads of sweat appeared on his forehead: "I'm really sorry, I'll take you to change your clothes first. I will be responsible for compensating for the suit you are wearing."

"Good now leads the way."

At the corner, while everyone's attention was attracted by the commotion outside, Ethan quickly knocked the waiter unconscious and dragged him into place that no people would go.

A few minutes later, Ethan, disguised as a waiter, before he came out he left some money for the waiter and went straight to the back of the auction house.

After entering, Ethan knocked on the door based on the information he had taken from the waiter.

"Who is it?" A male voice came from inside the door, which had obviously voice-changed.

"Sir, this is service staff No. ***. I will be the one to conduct the final check on your goods before the auction."

A moment later, a man with a wrinkled face with a scar in his right eye opened the door. He looked behind Ethan nervously, and when he saw that there was no one there, he stepped aside to let him in.