Su Yang gritted his teeth, his eyes darting across the room with frustration. "Where is that bastard?" he muttered under his breath, his search for the source of his annoyance proving fruitless.
Unable to find the identity of participant zero, he turned his attention to Su Yanling, his voice booming with anger. "Yanling, isn't it time your special guest shows up and pays for this?" he barked, his words echoing off the walls of the auction house.
The onlookers shifted uneasily, sensing that a confrontation was about to unfold. They knew all too well that Su Yang had a fiery temper, and when he was provoked, he could be unpredictable.
Su Yanling's eyes narrowed in fury. "It has nothing to do with you," she snarled, her voice dripping with venom. "Why should anyone show their face to you? The Phoenix Auction House allows participants to maintain their anonymity."
