"Seven figures?" Mu Feng sneered, surreptitiously pressing his back against the fire hydrant. "The Yongle Ambergris Censer was classified as a contraband item during the transition between the Yongle and Xuande eras; there are only three known to exist. Last year, a damaged piece sold for nine million dollars. Does your master take me for a fool?"
Before the words had even left his lips, he yanked the fire hydrant open. A high-pressure jet of water sent the men in black reeling, and Mu Feng seized the opportunity to bolt toward the ventilation shaft. As the sound of pursuing footsteps drew near, he whipped out the bronze censer and struck it hard against the metal duct. The Ice Marrow powder reacted to the heat, vaporizing instantly, and a thick, cloying fragrance flooded the entire space.
"Cough, cough... This smoke is toxic!"
Chapter 82