"SOLD! To Table 11 for 10 Billion Dollars."
The crowd was quiet as they saw the beloved dragon scroll fading away in front of their eyes but they didn't argue nor comment on the matter. They were even quieter than a whistle as an odd air seemed to permit through the air.
Even Carl the occasionally talkative one was quiet as he too sensed something but could not help but wonder about it.
He slowly moved towards Adam and asked in a quiet tone, "Hey, What was that about?"
Adam as nonchalant as he could be, took his glass of alcohol and said while spinning the drinks inside it, "That… was a power move."
"Really?"
"That guy in the second floor just showed the guy to not talk anymore."
"But the guy didn't talk at all. He was just bidding for the scroll like he always was." Carl asked as he still didn't understand.
"No, not that talk. He was bidding at wrong item against the wrong person?"
