"Old Ghost Liu, why are you wasting your breath on him?" Diwu Xueruo snapped impatiently, his cold eyes fixed on Lin Han. "Brat, are you deliberately looking for trouble with my Diwu Family?"
Lin Han looked at Diwu Xueruo and said, enunciating each word, "This antique... I am determined to have it!"
"Fine. Don't you regret this!" Diwu Xueruo laughed sinisterly, his eyes filling with venomous hatred.
However, Lin Han let his actions speak for themselves, immediately raising the bid. "Six point five billion!"
But this time, Diwu Xueruo didn't bid again.
"Young Master?" Old Ghost Liu asked, looking at Diwu Xueruo in confusion.
Diwu Xueruo gave a dry, cold laugh. "It's going to be ours anyway. Why waste the money?"
The moment Old Ghost Liu heard this, he understood.
Diwu Xueruo was planning to murder him for his prize!
He was going to take it by force!
