Zhi Han's eyes were full of cold light, but the hall was full of enthusiasm.
" 170000!"
"One hundred and eighty thousand!" In the hall, the guests were still bidding, each and every one of them red-faced.
"Luo rongjie, are you deliberately making things difficult for this old man?" An old man held the hilt of his sword and roared with a face full of anger.
"Jiang Fubo, don't take advantage of your seniority in front of me. Others might be afraid of you, but I'm not." The middle-aged man opposite him said without showing any weakness.
"Hmph, if it wasn't for my past friendship with your Luo family, this old man would have taught you a lesson long ago. I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful." The old man cursed.
"What big words. You want to teach me a lesson, but I don't know if you have the ability." The middle-aged man also pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
