Cao Yang suddenly turned to a man next to him and demanded the entry ticket from his hand.
The middle-aged man looked utterly bewildered; he had never expected Cao Yang to suddenly switch targets, especially since he was quite enjoying the commotion until now.
However, the middle-aged man was not intimidated by Cao Yang: "You want my entry ticket? Heh, on what grounds?"
Everyone who managed to obtain a ticket to the auction had showed their strength; ordinary families couldn't even touch an entry ticket.
Although this middle-aged man's status was not comparable to Cao Yang's, in his own city, he was a big shot too, and was not used to being treated like this.
Cao Yang, however, let out a cold laugh: "On what grounds? Simply because I am Cao Yang!"
Saying this, Cao Yang stepped forward, reached out with a big hand, and grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar.
