Chapter 1067


    Arabe was about to make her move when she recognized the man standing before her. It was Mr.


    Sampson, the same man she had seen earlier.


    He had managed to escape from the neighboring balcony, clutching his injured arm. His white shirt was


    spotted with blood, and a group of seven or eight men were trailing behind him.


    Perhaps not expecting to run into Arabe here, Sampson was surprised. The girl wasn''t wearing a


    mask. Her striking features were exposed, and she bore a striking resemnce to his sister.


    The group of men quickly lunged at Sampson. Arabe, with her swift and agile movements, stepped in


    to help.


    The auctioneer''s voice boomed excitedly from the speakers on the wall, "Nightshade for the first call at


    3 million!"


    Upon hearing this, Arabe turned her gaze to the auctioneer who was gripping his gavel, eager to


    finalize the sale.


    As two men lunged at her with their knives, Arabe kicked their wrists away, swiftly knocking them to


    the ground.


    "Nightshade for the second call at 3 million!"


    Arabe''s eyes darted towards the button next to the couch. Just as she was about to press it, two


    more men swung their knives at her.


    “Nightshade for the third and final call at 3 million, sold! Let''s congratte Mr. Murray for sessfully


    bidding on today''s first rare item-- Nightshade! Let''s give him a big round of apuse!"


    The camera focused on Mr. Murray, who was smiling and nodding under the spotlight.


    Arabe was speechless.


    Sampson could see the frustration and disappointment in the girl''s eyes. Had shee tonight


    intending to bid on Nightshade?


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    Arabe had already taken down four or five men.


    Sampson was surprised at the girl''s abilities. It seemed that these men were no match for her.


    The remaining three or four men, realizing they were outmatched, jumped overboard and swam away.


    “Are you alright?” Sampson asked with concern.


    Arabe nced at him, "You''ve been poisoned."


    "You mean my wound is poisoned?"


    “Including your scent. You must have inhaled something. You''re weak."


    Given that this man had stepped in to help them on the deck earlier, Arabe ced her slender fingers


    on his pulse.


    "As I suspected"


    Sampson was intrigued. He did feel weak, which was why those low-level thugs could seize an


    opportunity.


    At that moment, the door was kicked open revealing a wounded Danny with a dozen of his men.


    "I apologize, sir. I was foolish to fall for their diversion."


    Earlier, he had heard amotion on the balcony. When he arrived, he saw several suspicious men


    attempting to flee.


    He immediately pursued them, leaving his boss alone in the room.


    It was onlyter he realized he had been duped.


    Seeing Arabe, he was taken aback. This girl bore an uncanny resemnce to his boss''s sister.


    However, he didn''t forget his duty and quickly apprehended the unconscious thugs on the floor.


    “It''s a simple hypnotic scent. It needs to be dispersed in the air two hours in advance. You should check


    who entered your room two hours ago."


    After saying this, Arabe took out a small spray bottle from her backpack. She sprayed the antidote


    onto Sampson''s wound.


    "What are you doing?" Danny became tense.


    "The wound is poisoned. This is the antidote."


    After spraying the antidote, Arabe bandaged Sampson''s wound with a white bandage and said,


    "Give me your hand."