Reborn in 24 TV SHOW

Bryan pushed the door open and, as expected, a guard in a suit was stationed outside. Beyond the guard, there was nothing unusual—just an elevator. It seemed that the two men he had followed earlier had taken the elevator to leave.

"Sir, this is a restricted area," the guard informed Bryan with a firm expression.

Bryan nodded and took out his security bureau ID. "I'm here to see Mr. Saint Jiali. He invited me."

The guard examined the name on the ID and began checking the guest list. Meanwhile, Bryan observed his surroundings, noting that the elevator behind the guard was ascending.

"Apologies, sir, but your name isn't on the list," the guard finally said.

The elevator display indicated it was nearing its destination. Bryan feigned annoyance and said, "That's impossible. Could you check again?"

The guard sighed and lowered his head to search the list once more. At that moment, the elevator chimed softly, and the doors slid open.

Just as the guard was about to respond, he felt something hard pressed against his waist. The next second, Bryan pushed him into the elevator, a gun discreetly held against the man's back.

"Please… don't kill me," the guard stammered.

Before he could say another word, Bryan knocked him unconscious with a blow to the neck. It wasn't out of mercy but to avoid drawing attention with gunfire.

The elevator descended directly to the second basement level. When the doors opened, Bryan found an empty corridor stretching ahead. He dragged the unconscious guard into a nearby storage room and concealed him.

Proceeding cautiously down the corridor, Bryan soon heard footsteps approaching from behind. He turned to see a server carrying a tray of wine and glasses.

"Which room are you headed to?" Bryan asked.

"Uh... Room 7, sir," the server replied nervously.

"I'll take it from here," Bryan said, waving him off. The server, relieved, handed over the tray and left. Bryan now had a reason to approach Room 7 without suspicion.

At the door to Room 7, a burly man with a ponytail stepped out. He looked like a bodyguard. Seeing Bryan with the wine, the man gestured for him to leave it outside.

Bryan complied, placing the tray down. As the bodyguard lit a cigarette, Bryan suddenly lunged forward, striking the man's throat with a powerful punch. The impact shattered the man's windpipe. Gasping silently, the bodyguard clutched his neck, unable to breathe. Bryan didn't wait for him to collapse and calmly entered the room.

The room was dark, except for the brightly lit central stage. It had been converted into a private viewing area with enclosed glass booths surrounding the stage. Silhouettes of people were faintly visible behind the glass.

A bald man escorted a naked girl onto the stage, positioning her under the spotlight. The stage had a rotating platform, slowly turning to display the girl from all angles to the audience.

As the platform rotated, a voiceover began describing the girl's skin tone, ethnicity, and starting price. Bids quickly followed: fifty thousand, one hundred thousand, one hundred fifty thousand. The price rose steadily until it stopped at two hundred fifty thousand dollars, the final bid.

The winner was a young man seated in Bryan's booth. He smiled in satisfaction, snapping his fingers and casually ordering, "Pour the wine."

Bryan approached and poured wine into the young man's glass. The transaction was completed, and the girl was escorted offstage. Another girl was then brought up, and Bryan's heart raced. He recognized her profile—it looked just like Kim.

The auction resumed.

"Fifty thousand, one hundred thousand…" The auctioneer called out the bids as the bidding lamps lit up. The price swiftly climbed to two hundred thousand dollars.

"Look at this girl's flawless skin! Gentlemen, I have an important announcement—she's a virgin," the auctioneer declared dramatically.

The bidding surged: "Two hundred fifty thousand… three hundred thousand… three hundred fifty thousand… four hundred thousand. Any higher offers?"

This bid was nearly double that of the previous girl's, but the auctioneer wasn't done. He continued to incite excitement. "Gentlemen, this girl is American—a pure Californian beauty!"

The crowd erupted with renewed enthusiasm. Prices soared rapidly as bidders outpaced each other, finally halting at six hundred thousand dollars.

Bryan's anxiety mounted as the girl slowly turned, fully revealing her face. It was Amanda. His daughter Kim was still missing, but Amanda was right there.

He wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or unlucky. He wouldn't have to endure seeing his daughter paraded naked in front of these monsters, but he still had no idea where Kim was. Amanda might be the only one who could tell him.

The auctioneer called out, "Six hundred thousand going once…" Bryan panicked, spilling wine all over the young man in front of him. The man yelled angrily, but Bryan ignored him and pressed his gun to the man's head.

"Buy her. Now," Bryan ordered coldly.

Confused and terrified, the young man hesitated. As the auctioneer announced "Six hundred thousand going twice," Bryan lost patience and pressed the bid button himself.

"Ah, we have a new bid—six hundred fifty thousand! Seven hundred thousand! Seven hundred fifty thousand! Someone's determined to win this one. Seven hundred fifty thousand going once… going twice… sold! Congratulations to the successful bidder. Please proceed backstage to claim your purchase," the auctioneer announced enthusiastically.

With the atmosphere still charged, Bryan forced the young man out of the booth at gunpoint. He was desperate to find Amanda, believing she might know where Kim was.

However, as soon as they stepped into the hallway, Bryan felt a sharp blow to the back of his head. His vision darkened, and he collapsed.

When he regained consciousness, his face was being slapped repeatedly. Bryan opened his eyes to find himself shackled to a ventilation pipe, forced to stand on his tiptoes. Guards surrounded him.

The man who approached was none other than Saint Jiali, the party's host.

"Who are you? Don't lie. We know you're not from the security bureau," Saint Jiali said, holding up Bryan's fake ID. The photo had been torn off, revealing the original owner's face.

Bryan had no other option. He confessed, "My daughter... she's here. The girl just now was with her. I just want to bring her home."

"I see," Saint Jiali murmured thoughtfully.

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