"It took Hrvy two months to escape Chenle's attack," Jisung said.

"Why are you guys here?" I asked.

"I trained at the other side just now," Renjun said.

He looks like he had been doing some trainings judging by his slightly wet hair.

"Didn't you say that the auction is next week?" Jisung asked Chenle.

"Why did i receive the plane ticket for tomorrow?" Jisung asked Chenle.

"Tomorrow?" Renjun asked with a shocked tone.

"I haven't prepare anything at all, my blades are in the salon," Renjun said. He sighs.

Chenle explained. Not really explaining anything to me.

"That is where the auction is, right?" Jisung said.

"What auction?" I asked them. I got boggled with the sudden stream of foreign coversation

Jisung then explains the auction they were talking about.

Renjun and Jisung are going to bide an item in an auction. The item is a stolen family artifact from a well known family. The family is the one that the Dream mafia targeted for the Hawaii event.

The family are looking for it and will compensate more than ten billion dollars for it. No one really knew about this news.

Once Renjun and Jisung get the item, they will return it to the family with a condition and build a relation.

A condition that will help them sell the thermobaric bombs that Xiao Yue amplified.

"The bombs are ready?" I asked.

"What are you going to do in Hawaii?"

I don't know anything about the event at Hawaii that forced them to drop out of school. I was just too scared to ask before.

Chenle stopped me and the others. He dragged his katana in the case and left.

A meeting.

I'm curious what we will be doing at the meeting. I walk out from the training grounds with sore muscles.

Chenle really did push me to my exhaustion limit. His training was hell. Now i understand what the others said.

He won't let me stop until it satisfies himself. Though the trainings are for my own safety, i can't say i want to do it again.

The meeting starts.

I took a shower and piled myself up with my clothes.

Chenle is sitting on a chair. He is wearing a black turtleneck that fits on his body. Shaping his ethereal figure. A cold toned plaid trousers wrapped around his lower body. A pair of shiny leather shoes completed his look.

He looks really stylish. These boys dress really well. They can be in a magazine cover with their daily clothes.

I suddenly feel unconcious about my own clothes. No doubt that the ones piled on their bodies are branded pieces.

Chenle said, starting the meeting.

"Through ghost companies again?" Jeno asked.

Jeno is sitting next to me. He had been reviewing a paperwork filled with graphs and stock market predictions.