Yan Peng glared fiercely at Ling Xiao, who was still laughing uproariously, shaking all over with hatred and anger.
"You dare laugh at me?"
"Why wouldn't I laugh at you? An idiot, trying to drive the price down. Have you not considered that even if Yan Ran doesn't bid, no others would resist competing with you? Young master of the Roc Clan? You think too highly of yourself!"
Ling Xiao felt increasingly disdainful of Yan Peng.
This man was too full of himself, acting as if the Imperial City held no one other than the Roc Clan.
Little did he know, within the Imperial City, there were many who dared to disrespect the nobles.
These individuals were not weak; they had both the courage and confidence to disregard the Imperial Family.
But now, as the item's price had surged to over twenty million, it had become too high; they found it unwise to bid further.
"Let's go, Yan Ran."
