Heart of a Martial Artist

People actually were willing to spend a thousand dollars to buy an autograph? Qin Fen was now certain that if someone knew where he lived, there would be assassins hired by fans to come kill him.

The time for the auction ran out, but the other auctions continued to count down.

Qin Fen suddenly realized his heart wasn't as strong as he once imagined. These thirty or so autographs looked like they were going to reach astronomical prices by the end of the auctions.

For the sake of having a good night's sleep, Qin Fen simply chose to exit from the auction interface. He placed his focus back on Zhang Xiangyang, who sat on his bed.

This man possessed super computational abilities. At the same time, he had the member login, password, and URL to the black market. Such a person could not be ordinary. Qin Fen propped his chin up with one hand. He carefully studied Zhang Xiangyang, who was looking at a magazine at this time.