Hearing this, the complacent Clyde Thompson couldn't help but freeze, and a cold expression appeared on his face.
He then said solemnly, "Kid, this is Sanders' Trading Conference, protected by the Sanders family. It is not a place for people like you to act recklessly. Bragging in front of me will cost you blood!"
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Leo Ray looked directly into the opponent's brown eyes filled with maliciousness and calmly said, "If I have not spoken too highly of myself and need to pay the price in blood, then it should be you who's going to pay, right?"
"Ridiculous! Let's see if you're even capable of it!"
After speaking, the murderous intent on Clyde's face grew thicker as he continued coldly, "If you can't do it, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Kelsey, check how many auction items both we and the other party have collected, and how big the gap is. Include everyone present in the count."