At this moment, an urgent voice suddenly came from the door, the office door was pushed open, and someone hurriedly ran in.
For some reason, upon seeing this, Lauren felt his eyelid twitch.
Lauren, the chief steward of the underground auction, not very old, looks around thirty years old, with distinct features, deep-set eyes, and blue eyes.
He glanced at the newcomer, picked up the coffee placed aside, took a sip, and leisurely said, "Rushing around like this, is it possible bandits have stormed in?"
The subordinate swallowed, "Boss, bandits have indeed stormed in."
Lauren's hand holding the coffee cup paused, but his face still showed a leisurely expression, "What kind of bandits can scare you like this? You too have experienced the world with me, can't you stay calm?"
He has been guarding the underground auction for so many years, what kind of big storms hasn't he seen?
