No tits, no ass—just straight to business! Flat's where it's at!
Tang Lifen, understanding his intent, smirked. "No further bids," she said aloud, leaning back with satisfaction.
"..."
"??"
The hall fell into stunned silence.
In VIP Box 1, Long Tian's eyes flashed in surprise and anger.
He had expected them to continue, but now he was left standing alone. Chen Xiaoyu cast him a sidelong glance, her expression unreadable, but even she seemed slightly taken aback by his sudden frustration.
"Seven hundred thousand! Did you not hear?" Long Tian snapped, refusing to back down now that he had been outplayed.
His pride wouldn't allow it.
The gavel fell, and Jiang Yueqing, whose eyes had been twitching with each escalating bid, finally announced,
"Sold! To the esteemed guests of VIP Box 1 for seven hundred thousand dollars!"
Long Tian's victory tasted hollow as the crowd murmured in disbelief.
He had won, but at an astronomical cost for a sword that was, by all accounts, worthless.