Lin Baici's gaze was fierce as it swept over the people, instinctively tightening the skin on the back of their necks.
Fear!
"God Lin!"
Choi Seh-Hyo looked at Lin Baici with longing eyes, like a female dog about to be abandoned by her owner.
Ultimately, this woman was once cherished by his mother as an actress, besides, he didn't recognize these people, nor had he spent money to 'buy a ticket'; it made no difference who was sent down first.
"You, fourth!"
Lin Baici arranged.
"God Lin, I can offer money, a million!"
"I don't have much money, but I have a Ferrari sports car, it's yours."
"What do you mean 'it's yours'? That's called making an offering!"
Everyone here might not have a lot of wealth, but they surely weren't lacking smaller sums, and they began to quote prices to vie for the chance to descend first.
Nobody was foolish; the longer they stayed in the room, the greater the danger.
