Soon, the burly man with swollen eyes returned in front of Luo Yuanjun, his face dark with restrained anger:
"Young Master Luo, that kid prefers punishment over courtesy! He completely disregarded you!"
"Haha, good, very good!"
Luo Yuanjun's face turned extremely ugly, and his eyes became much colder: "He's the first person who dares to not drink my toast and still be so arrogant."
"Yuanjun, there's no need to be upset with him. Continue bidding; we must obtain the Dragon Fixing Yin Yang Plate," Luo Jiapeng said with a cold expression.
"Alright!"
Luo Yuanjun nodded, glanced at Lin Mo with a flash of cold light in his eyes, and turned to the elderly auctioneer on stage, loudly saying,
"310 million!"
Luo Yuanjun did not increase the bid by much, as he considered that Lin Mo might just be bluffing.
Many people in the audience subconsciously looked towards Lin Mo.