"Inferno Iron, 35 Miles."
The other party didn't back down.
Christos gritted his teeth and made the junior raise the bid once again.
"Nether Copper, 36 Miles. The maximum has reached."
"Inferno Iron, 35 Miles and a Blue Moon Pearl lake farm of 5 square miles."
Christos slammed his fist on the armrest. But there is no sound. It is the virtual space after all. The junior turned to take a look at him.
His expression is obvious. He is asking him what to do. Christos' companions are gesturing him to stop it there. The price has increased way too much and they still didn't buy into the theory that Christos explained.
However, after gritting his teeth for a few seconds and noticing that Joker might just hand over the pack.
He decisively made the decision.
"Nether Copper 36 Miles, Star Sand Mine, 12 Miles."
