“I heard Bro Flattop has a keen fondness for beautiful men… She probably took a fancy to Emperor Ji.” “D*mn! That’s possible!”
“What a pity! Emperor Ji’s in danger from being pestered by a hoodlum!”
President Fearless Bai Feng for 21 million, going twice!” the auctioneer counted down again.
“President Fearless Bai Feng for 21 million, going thri—”
As the auctioneer said that, he lowered the hammer in his hand. Ye Wanwan had nothing but excitement on her face. This is great! My honor points are home!
However, the second before the auctioneer slammed down the hammer, announcing the winner, a nonchalant voice rang out from the deadly silent crowd. “30 million.”
Swish swish swish—
Everyone automatically turned to the speaker to see who in the world had the courage to fight over something with Bro Flattop!
The person who raised the placard was… #9, Lord Asura!
D*mn!
Lord Asura?
N-no wonder…
The only one in the entire banquet who would dare to snatch something from the Fearless Alliance was probably Asura. Not to mention the shocked guests, but Ye Wanwan’s eyes nearly stuck to the man’s face with her hard glare.
F*ck!
My honor points were about to be mine but they got cut off…
“D*mn! What are you doing?!?!?!” Ye Wanwan questioned aggressively without thinking in her fury.
The man’s expression was as cool and expressionless as always, as though nothing happened. “Bidding, of course.”
“You…” Bid your a**! He’s trying to anger me to death!
Ye Wanwan gritted her teeth. “31 million.”
She merely had an estimate of 20 million and didn’t have any more money than that, so she could only stubbornly persist.
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