"It depends on my mood."
Watson snorted, stood up, and walked out. Elena and the other two followed him, encompassing Alice in the middle as if they were afraid she would run away. They walked out together with the hundreds of slaves that Watson had bought.
The auctioneer did not feel angry at Watson's arrogance. Instead, he looked around as if it was normal.
"Dear esteemed guests, I'm very sorry, but that auction has ended. I hope that everyone can leave this place in an orderly manner and come back again next time."
He planned to wait for Watson to leave before clearing that place and handing the statue of the goddess of misfortune to the higher-ups. Perhaps the higher-ups from the Severed Fingers Gang would see the platinum-tier items he had paid and would be so happy that they rewarded him with tens of thousands of gold coins or even gave him a promotion and a raise. The auctioneer's eyes lit up, and he began to fantasize about his beautiful future.
