There was no hope left. One million and seventy thousand gold coins were all the funds he had on him, he couldn't produce even a thousand more if he had to.
Watching the Vortex Crystal on the stage pass by within reach, the man in the black robe almost wanted to reach out and snatch it directly.
But in the end, he viciously extinguished the thought that tempted him like the devil himself.
He was well aware that any attempt to rob here would result in nothing but his own demise.
In the Gloria Auction House, there are always Ninth Rank Professionals on guard, working in conjunction with the auction house's large Elemental Pool and High Rank Binding Array. It wouldn't turn out well for him, let alone a true Ninth Ranker who might try.
The man in the black robe cast a sinister glance in the direction of the top-level private room, his masked face refraining from any rash actions, silently waiting for the auction to continue.
