Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 127 The Real Culprit-2

Time seemed frozen in place as everyone continuously stared at the scene in a daze.

Through the screen, they could see that he didn't display psychological traits of nervousness or even show any action of watching over his back to see if he was caught or not.

The Hous were all doctors who also studied psychology.

And for them, sometimes, dealing with patients with bad states of mind and noticing a few traits here and there was part of the job.

So if someone were indeed wearing a bomb underneath their clothes or had even aced it somewhere else, shouldn't they keep looking around once in a while or even communicate with their partners, if they had any?

No sense of anxious shaking, no darting eyes, no pretentious gazes, no evil smirk, no look of disdain in his eyes... Nothing.

It was as though he were a truly innocent person, making anyone doubt Dorian's claims.

Either this guy was too innocent, or he had mastered the art of being invisible and ordinary to a supreme level that they had never seen before.

This... This...

The Hous frowned: "Grandmaster, how sure are you?"

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The question resounded out, with many looking at Dorian complicatedly.

Their claim of doubt was also reasonable because for one, if they made a fatal mistake and took down the wrong person, this would only give more time to the real criminal.

And before you know it, their actions would alert the criminal, and by then, it would be too late.

The entire Auction home would be blown away into smithereens.

So yes! The Hous, who had their family seated in the booth, had every right to ask when in doubt... Especially when receiving no signs that this person was indeed the culprit.

So how did he know? And how sure was he that he could stake so many people's lives over his first guess or 'suggestion?'

A momentary look of discomfort and disappointment crossed their faces.

And deep down, the Hous and everyone else slowly felt their affection towards Dorian drop like a fly.

Playing with people's lives with overly confident reckless choices was one thing they hated the most.

Old Hou looked at his long-term friend while trying to contain his anger: "Old Gia. What do you think? Are we going to focus our entire attention on that one person now?... You of all people should know that it's a reckless move! What if the bomb blows up and kills us all because of this?"

Old Gia calmly looked at Old Hou sternly, saying absolutely nothing while also placing a finger to his lips.

And this one just made old Hou want to blow up even more.

Was this bastard telling him to keep quiet? Dammit!

Old Hou raised again angrily: "Old Fool! I want to fight with you!"

Ghu Sota, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly rolled his eyes heavenwards: "Grandpa Hou... Who said anything about a bomb?"

"Ah!~~..."

"_"

....

Eh?

The Hous and everyone else were so taken aback that they didn't know how to react.

Wait. Could it be that they got it all wrong?

Blink. Blink.

Indeed. The Gias, the Ghus and Dorian had never confirmed that they were dealing with suicide bombers.

So could it be that they had worked up and created this live jam-packed action movie all on their own?

Everyone suddenly felt embarrassed, smiling awkwardly from it all.

? Even the chief security guard wanted to smack himself in the face for getting led on by his thoughts.

And to take care of his embarrassment, he decided to act as swiftly as he could.

He hastily read the name tag on the guard and took out his walkie-talkie yet again: "Quick! I want all files on the guard named Bayang Wu fast!... Eh? What do you mean? We have a situation on our hands, and you're telling me about that now? Listen up! Don't let me repeat myself! Get the files now!"... Tut..."

Dammit! The guard felt as though everyone was moving ten times slower today.

He might not know what dangerous thing that person on the screen might be up to. But the more they knew about the person, the faster they could handle today's matter.

So efficiency, efficiency, efficiency!

They had no time to dilly dally any more.

It was just that after the guard had captured everyone's attention with his swift action, Dorian suddenly turned around and smiled deeply.

.

"Tell me... Is this the only way in?"

Hmm?

The guard was momentarily taken aback but still answered speedily: "Yes, sir! That's the only way in!"

"Oh? Then what about the vents?"

"Sir, there are 3 stationed there, there and there... But sir, why do you ask?"

"Why?"Dorian suddenly chuckled while calmly closing the door. And right on cue, Butler Sheng and the rest also leaped towards the vents.

Now everyone was on higher alert than before.

Why?

Now, that question seemed a little redundant.

Instantly, the Hous and the guards thought that another support was amongst them. But for the Gias, the Ghus and Dorian's men, they understood the truth of the matter.

Old Gia looked at Old Hou bitterly: "Old friend... What would you do if you discovered a shocking secret about today's society?... Sigh... Since it's come to this, let me give you some advice. After today, you might never be able to sleep peacefully again. So... You better brace yourself old man, and don't get a heart attack! The same goes for you all!"

Why would they get a heart attack?

Old Hou, Chen Hou and Jung Hou stared at the scene with uncountable emotions running through their hearts.

For Old Gia to give such a warning meant that whatever was to come was something unspeakable.

So what sort of criminal could make even the Gias and the Ghus look so sullen?

Even the Head security guard and the rest all stood up in fear, feeling as though they were being watched by someone's prying eyes that lurked deep within the room.

Maybe it was the impending fear or the tension from it all that made them look around in horror.

But now, the somewhat dark and wide watch-room suddenly gave off the feeling of countless spiders crawling underneath their skin.

And very vigilantly, several guards hastily took out their weapons and zoomed their eyes around maniacally, looking for their target.

Where? Where was the culprit hiding?