"He made a bid..."
Spittoon Face murmured to Kim.
It was merely an exclamation; they would never suddenly place a bid.
He still had two items not auctioned yet; bidding now, if the other side withdrew, buying a broken wooden mask for 500 million would be suicide, wouldn't it?
In the interstellar chamber of commerce, named Shadow, a young man with light purple heterochromatic eyes softly gazed at White Hair, a hint of hesitation flashing deep in his eyes.
This price was completely his limit.
Seeing White Hair's seemingly frightened expression, he dared not act rashly.
"Deacon Bai, they've bid three times before..." a nearby elder reminded gently.
This made the heterochromatic eye decide instantly.
"Give up."
This sentence finally made him give up the follow-up.
He had watched the three bidding clashes all along, because the skill was too sophisticated, yet the most memorable for him was the timing of each bid.
Almost a sure kill!
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