The emcee initially thought the security guard came to cause trouble. His eyes immediately showed disgust, inwardly criticizing the organizers for allowing such a low-quality person into the security team, daring to come up on stage and make a scene.
However, this thought barely crossed his mind before he froze, his expression changing from impatience to shock, then gradually drained of color, filled with fear and horror.
The man in the security uniform was stepping towards him, undoing the buttons on his uniform as he walked, while his other hand directly pulled out a gun from behind his waist.
The security guard had a gentle smile on his face, but there wasn't the slightest warmth in his eyes; his whole demeanor exuded a sense of murderous intent.
"Mr. Emcee, I said I'd bid fifty million, why didn't you ask if there was anyone willing to bid higher?"
As he spoke, the man with the gun swept a sharp gaze across the audience below the stage.
