The Eve of the Storm

The lively hall immediately quieted down.

Everyone looked over.

Zhao Fulai did not know what it meant to restrain himself. He placed his hands on his hips and raised his small eyes. His fierce muscles rolled as if he was silently saying that they were his!

The people in the hall were shocked. There was no one in the private rooms on the second and third floors. Those who could enter were not ordinary people.

"1.2 million…"

" Two million taels!" Zhao Fulai interrupted the other party rudely before he could finish his sentence. He raised the bid again.

The price was close to the price of eleven thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.

A young man, who looked like a scholar, came out of the room with a few good friends. He glared at them fiercely and then looked away.