"Catastrate him!"
"Catastrate him!"
"Catastrate him!"
But it was too late—People were standing now, shouting over each other, ready to riot against Long Tian.
A rough-looking man from the back spat on the floor and snarled, "He deserves to be strung up by his balls for this shit! Fucking coward can't get women unless he forces them!"
Another voice called out, full of anger. "Where's the justice? If this was my little sister, I'd beat him to death with my bare hands!"
A woman near the front, her eyes gleaming with rage, shouted, "Chu Yaoyao should've killed him back then! She was too merciful! Finish him now!"
The whole auction hall was one breath away from turning into a full-blown mob.
Zhang Wei, still calm amidst the chaos, leaned back in his chair, an amused smile tugging at his lips.
