Neurolink System in the Modern World-Chapter 271: Unexpected Meeting

As the sun dipped below the horizon, a bunch of fancy cars gathered in front of this massive Oriental style building. It stood tall with five floors, rocking a classic design that screamed luxury.

The place was crafted from rich, costly wood, and its roof boasted tiles that seemed to have time-traveled from ancient times.

Imagine a classic pagoda-style building, where the structure gleams with the luster of expensive woodwork, and the rooftop proudly showcases ancient tiles, giving it a touch of timeless charm.

To blend in with the stupidly wealthy crowd at the event, like myself, I opted for a stylish black Hummer Limo. It wasn't your typical limousine; instead, it combined the rugged aesthetics of a Hummer truck with the sophistication of a limo, creating a unique and elegant ride.

Where did I get this sick ride? Well, one of my clients was super generous and donated it to our company.

*CLICK!

The chauffeur opened the car door for me, and I stepped out . Every move I made was filled with appeal, commanding respect.

All eyes turned to me, and hushed whispers filled the air. It wasn't every day you saw a car that practically shouted, "Yeah, I'm loaded—deal with it!"

Adding to my appeal was my black, expensive coat. The quality was easily discernible from the materials alone—how it was made screamed high quality. Flawless and perfectly fitted from every angle, this tailored suit was made because I always needed to look presentable as a future tycoon.

Combining all of this, I instantly became the center of attention.

My demeanor conveyed confidence and power, leaving no room for questioning my presence in this event.

And as expected, many of the ladies present were subconsciously attracted to my charm.

I could tell from the looks in their eyes that they found me really attractive. Some of them even bit their lips, unable to control their instincts. It's only normal for women to be drawn to a powerful and strong man like me.

Unfortunately for them, I'm not here to pick up some girls. I came for their rich husbands, boyfriends, or sugar daddies. Sex was great, but money was more important to me right now.

A young lady, dressed in a delicate pink gown, greeted me as I approached the big entrance that could fit four people at the same time.

"Sir, welcome to our auction house," she said with a warm smile.

She was supposed to check my invitation, but judging by her face, she must've totally forgotten about it. She was blushing from head to toe, her eyes slightly glazed over, just soaking in the sight of my face.

I gave her a simple nod in response and continued on my way.

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Inside the auction hall, I was greeted by an array of elegant paintings and statues on display. While the art pieces might be impressive to some, they held little significance for me.

What brought me here were the people checking it out. In my view, they all seem like piggy banks ready for me to break for my plan.

I began blending with the crowds, and with my PR and conversational skills, I managed to expand my connections in no time.

As expected, the people here held high status. I even met the police provincial chief, some business tycoon, and others influential men.

I didn't immediately ask them to invest, but I did share information about my company and suggested they pay me a visit. After that, I would be swimming in so much money than I could count.

But this simple meet-and-greet mission suddenly took a turn when my passive skills detected something fishy.

'A gifted?' I suddenly felt a tingling sensation; it was my instinct kicking in.

After upgrading my passive skills that boost intuition, I discovered myself subconsciously capable of sensing gifted individuals.

This was also the reason why I'm more confident in seeing through surprise attacks. My intuition has become sensitive enough to detect things without me needing to focus on it too much.

'I need to find the source of this odd feeling ' I muttered to myself.

I decided to scope out the place with my mind's eye. Everyone had normal status, some boasting impressive attributes and innate talents, but none could be considered dangerous or gifted.

Then, my eyes landed on a woman in a stunning white dress. Her short black hair framed her face, and her captivating black eyes held a mysterious allure. The elegance of her attire complemented the confidence in her stance, making her stand out in the crowd.

Taking a closer look, she seemed to have a Japanese background.

As my gaze stayed fixed on her in the distance, she turned around to face me and gave me a knowing smile.

I smiled back, pretending that I was simply enjoying her beauty. She excused herself from the men trying to hit on her and started walking towards me.

"I caught you checking me out," she said the moment she reached me. Her face still held a smile, and it seemed she didn't mind me looking at her one bit.

"I was just taking in the scenery," I replied. I had a peek at her stats, and yeah, she was a gifted, but she was just level 41, not as strong as the others I've come across.

"Did you enjoy the view?" She asked with teasing smile.

"Very much," I replied, a smirk forming on my face. "I'm Zyn," I said, extending my hand as our eyes locked in a playful exchange.

"My name is Nagasawa Gina, it means silver in Japanese," she introduced herself.

'Silver?' I mused to myself. It was a fitting name, considering her power was the ability to control silver. freeweɓnøvel.com

It might be a coincidence or perhaps this ability runs in the family. An example of that was the fire guy. From my knowledge, his father also had a fire-related ability.

"What a lovely name," I replied.

"You're really good at acting," she shook her head, smiling. It was clear she felt my Mind Eye probing her.

"Ah, the struggles of maintaining a secret identity," I replied with a playful smile.

"Handsome and has a sense of humor, you've got my attention," she giggled.

"How about we talk somewhere more private?" She leaned in closer, using her fingers to trace a path on my coat.