Chapter 239. Showering Gratitude
Suddenly, a swirling portal materialized in the middle of the bustling city square. With a loud whoosh, Tyler and Hawk shot through on their hoverboards. They descended rapidly, aiming for the marble floor below.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" Tyler shouted as he flailed his arms, losing control and landing face-first on the ground. Hawk, in stark contrast, executed a graceful backflip mid-air and landed perfectly. She adjusted her sleek helmet, her expression unbothered as she looked at the embarrassed Tyler.
"You need to work on your landing," Hawk said, her tone laced with subtle amusement.
"It’s because you didn’t warn me we’d be landing in the middle of the air!" Tyler grumbled, rubbing his sore face. His hoverboard wobbled to a stop beside him.
Hawk chuckled softly. "Hehe. My bad."
Tyler rolled his eyes and straightened up, brushing the dust off his jacket. "I hope we’re not too late," he muttered, glancing around the city.
"Why can’t we just teleport directly inside the venue?" he added, annoyed by the extra steps in their journey.
"The arrays in the building won’t allow any spatial transmission," Hawk explained. She tapped her wrist communicator, displaying a holographic map of their current location. "We’ll have to make our way on foot from here."
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Meanwhile, back at the auction venue, tension filled the grand hall.
Cyan, seated in one of the private viewing boxes, clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His frustration was visible, and his sharp glare was fixed on the auctioneer below.