Harvey followed Shepard to the cabin without looking around the place properly.

The auction was going to be held here.

The place was decorated extravagantly; it only took one-third of the entire cabin, but it was still quite spacious.

Other than Shepard, Rachel tagged along to keep him safe as well.

Shepard didn’t need to come, but he decided to anyway just to show his sincerity.

After all, he knew he had to do that if he was working with someone like Harvey. He might be killed if he had too many ulterior motives.

Since he needed to sell a favor, why not sell a bigger one?

“Hold it! Who are you people?”

Right as Harvey and the others were about to enter, a few fierce-looking men blocked the entrance, firearms in hand.

When they saw Shepard, disdain filled their eyes.

Naturally, they knew who he was.

Shepard was from Evermore’s twelfth branch, and they were from the same organization. But in an organization obsessed with combat power and pure strength, a bookworm like Shepar