"Brother San, I reckon that kid isn't going to show up. There's no one that stupid in this world!" The man who hosted the auction stood respectfully beside Brother San, his words filled with disdain for Ye Chenfeng.
Brother San looked up at the clock and thought to himself, "Could it be that I really misjudged this time? Is he truly just a coward afraid of death?"
Brother San rose from his chair, looked at the suspended Mao Kangping and Brother Hu, and said, "It seems your savior won't be coming today, so don't blame me, Brother San, for being ruthless. Remember, in your next life, open your eyes wide and choose carefully who to follow."
Mao Kangping and Brother Hu felt their hearts sink to the bottom of the lake, their eyes filled with despair as they stuck out their tongues to lick their parched lips. Just as they were about to harbor some resentment towards Ye Chenfeng, a voice entered the Yishun Auction House hall, "Sorry, I'm a bit late."
