"It should be starting soon."
Wyatt Barnes raised his eyebrows, as if he had sensed something.
At that moment, through the windows of the private room, he could vaguely see several people entering the hall and taking their seats.
As time passed...
The crowd became increasingly larger.
Soon, the entire hall was fully seated, filled with countless bodies.
"Each seat in the hall costs 1,000 USD per person... This 'Marston Auction House' can make a pretty penny just from the entrance fees."
Wyatt Barnes couldn't help but be surprised.
And with more people, voices naturally multiplied.
Soon, Wyatt Barnes saw an old man slowly take the stage...
He knew that the auction was about to begin.
Indeed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to our 'Marston Auction House'. I assure you, you will not feel this day has been wasted..."
After the old man took the stage, he began with a series of pointless chatter.