Manager Liu from Premium Auction House, with an imposing air, strode over and glanced at Huang Junxiang rolling on the ground and wailing incessantly.
He then looked towards Song Jie, who was watching calmly, with not a trace of fear on his face.
Manager Liu said coldly, "What a gutsy move to lay hands in the Premium Auction House; do you realize your crime?"
"Crimes?"
Song Jie scoffed and said, "Since when does the person in charge of an auction have the authority to arbitrarily accuse someone of a crime?"
"To those unaware, they might think you, President Liu, are the ruler of East Sea Province."
All the guests widened their eyes, never expecting someone to dare to confront Manager Liu head-on at Premium Auction House.
Manager Liu's eyes turned frosty as he stared at Song Jie and said, "Young man, I understand what you mean. Not even your grandfather, Song Qingshan, would dare to do such a thing."
