The players were in a frenzy.
All their attention had initially been focused on the auction of the final legendary equipment.
But at this moment, the ownership of this equipment no longer mattered.
All eyes were on John in astonishment, filled with fear.
John, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of a suite that wasn't his, hands clasped behind his back.
From high above, he surveyed all life.
"Miss Isabella, you may continue..."
John's calm voice was like a divine whisper in the ears of everyone.
The players bowed their heads, one after another.
They dared not look straight at the mysterious expert who had just made an astonishing and appalling move.
Isabella was also stunned at this moment.
She had just found time to check the auction house backend.
The defensive barrier set up at the door of each suite had not been activated.
That is to say, John used an unpredictable method.
