At this moment, an urgent voice suddenly came from the door, the office door was pushed open, and someone hurriedly ran in.

For some reason, upon seeing this, Lauren felt his eyelid twitch.

Lauren, the chief steward of the underground auction, not very old, looks around thirty years old, with distinct features, deep-set eyes, and blue eyes.

He glanced at the newcomer, picked up the coffee placed aside, took a sip, and leisurely said, "Rushing around like this, is it possible bandits have stormed in?"

The subordinate swallowed, "Boss, bandits have indeed stormed in."

Lauren's hand holding the coffee cup paused, but his face still showed a leisurely expression, "What kind of bandits can scare you like this? You too have experienced the world with me, can't you stay calm?"

He has been guarding the underground auction for so many years, what kind of big storms hasn't he seen?

Not to mention the troublemakers looking for trouble every day, just seeing the rampant profits of the underground auction, there are plenty who are envious and have bad ideas.

Also, those who want a piece of their cake, want the channels and markets in their hands, want to suppress them, which of them is not more terrifying than bandits?

Is it worth such a fuss?

The subordinate was horrified, "It's the bandits from the west."

Lauren was very dissatisfied with his subordinate's panic, having been with him for so long, yet learned nothing of his calm demeanor, staying calm and composed, face challenges without panic, fearlessness leads to great success.

So he remained nonchalant, gently blew on the coffee in his hand, full of ease and comfort.

He was just about to lower his head to drink, but when he heard the subordinate's words, he suddenly halted, and the ease on his face suddenly vanished.

He said nothing for a long time.

"Boss, what's wrong? Is there something amiss?"

Lauren slowly raised his head to look at him, his voice somewhat stiff, "Who did you just say?"

The subordinate's expression didn't change a bit, he repeated, "The west, RSIS."

Upon hearing this, Lauren's hand holding the coffee cup trembled, a drop of coffee dripped onto the documents on the table, smudging the writing.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Suddenly, Lauren felt his head aching, he too has experienced great winds and waves, what dangerous, difficult, powerful, and unreasonable people hasn't he met in this lifetime?

But people as shameless and downright inferior as RSIS, he truly admits defeat.

There's a saying that goes well, don't fear stupid people, don't fear foolish people, just fear shameless people.

Lauren held his forehead, his voice weak, "Who came this time? Which one of their 1234 is it?"

The subordinate glanced at Lauren, confirmed his boss's emotions seemed alright, then spoke, "It's a woman leading, should be RSIS's boss..."

"Bang—"

With a crisp sound, Lauren's coffee cup hit the ground.

He suddenly stood up from his seat, his head aching even more.

If RSIS's 1234 is difficult plus shameless, then their boss is the epitome of shamelessness.

Talking to her, you must always be prepared to have the urge to strangle her.

The subordinate saw Lauren's emotional agitation and hurriedly stepped forward, "Boss, don't be agitated, don't be agitated, we've seen the world, stay calm, stay calm."

Lauren: "..."

I damn!!!

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When Su Ran led people in, the coffee knocked to the ground had already been cleaned up.

She looked at the person sitting calmly, raised an eyebrow, "Long time no see, Lauren."

"..."

"..."

Lauren's lips twitched imperceptibly, his hairs all stood on end.

He anticipated that he might shed a layer of skin today.