Yang Fei stood still, not moving an inch.
His eyes fixed on the two auction hosts, his expression cold and indifferent.
"Did this so-called Young Master Sun ever sign an auction intention letter?"
"Did he pay a deposit? Do you have any rules or limits at all?"
The two auction hosts looked at each other, their faces filled with difficulty.
Young Master Sun let out a strange laugh from his throat.
He stood up, walked up to Yang Fei, and stared him down with his eyes.
There was a hint of ferocious scarlet in Young Master Sun's eyes, giving off an intimidating vibe.
"Wherever I am, there are no rules..."
As he spoke, he extended his thumb and pointed it at his own nose.
At the same time, his face almost touched Yang Fei's, his jackal-like smile deepening.
"Because I am the rule—set in stone!"
"Smack!"
A crisp sound suddenly echoed throughout the entire auction hall.
Young Master Sun's approaching cheek was met with a heavy slap from Yang Fei.
The slap was so powerful.