Deep inside the reinforced vaults of the Zenith Underground Auction, the air was thick with reverence and fear.
The Head of Security, flanked by four trembling guards, pushed a titanium lockbox across a velvet-draped table. Inside rested the glowing crimson root of the 100-year-old Blood Ginseng.
Luke stood on the other side. He reached out and closed the heavy lid. The solid clack echoed in the vault.
"The transaction is complete, Sir," the Head of Security stammered, his eyes on the floor. "Is there anything else you need? We can provide an armored convoy of fifty men to escort you home."
"No," Luke said softly, picking up the titanium box. "Too much attention, and the rats will scatter before I can crush them. Get me a standard vehicle. Untraceable."
"Right away, Sir!"
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