When the second round of the auction began, the middle-aged man opened the bidding at a lofty fifteen million.
As soon as this price was announced, the hearts of the powerful elites in attendance filled with murderous intent. More than half of them, their faces grim, fixed their furious gazes on him. There was no doubt that once the auction concluded and he stepped out of the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, he would become a thorn in the side of the Jinling elite. Being the target of their collective animosity was a foregone conclusion.
However, the middle-aged man couldn't have cared less about the angry stares converging on him. On the contrary, an extremely mocking smile spread across his face.
"Bidder number thirty-three, sixteen million!"
"Bidder number fifty-eight, seventeen million!"
"Bidder number eighty-eight, nineteen million!"
"Bidder number one hundred and three, twenty million!"
