It wasn't just the big shots in the second-floor boxes who were intrigued.
Many players on the first floor, reminded of the previous auction's drama, turned their heads to glance at the box where Dawn Guild was situated.
As expected, after John's bid of one hundred and seventy million, Kingserp's demeanor visibly fluctuated.
The dark mist swirling around him began to churn violently.
"Galewind... it's you again, ruining my plans!" Kingserp's voice, cold and resentful, seemed to emanate from the depths of hell.
However, John remained unfazed, responding casually, "That's a strange thing to say. Am I not allowed to bid? Is this auction only for you?"
Kingserp snorted darkly, his voice dripping with scorn, "I don't believe a solo player like you can pull out such a huge sum of one hundred and seventy million!"
"Auctions are not about who has the bigger fist, but about who has deeper pockets. Make sure you can afford what you bid."
