Moreover, judging from the composure of number 412, bringing out 400,000 Gold Coins seemed like a trifle to him.
A hint of confusion flashed across the face behind the young girl's mask.
When number 412 left the team, he was penniless, how had he become so rich?
Even though the other party donned a mask, those eyes were too familiar, and she quickly recognized his true identity.
The very person responsible for making her become the "Clown Captain," someone she would never forget even in her dreams.
"400,000 for a level 15 weapon is definitely a rip-off."
As the young girl bitterly cursed,
"410,000."
A distinguished guest in the front row, number 009, raised his card to bid.
It seemed there was more than one person who valued the weapon over 400,000.
Lin Da furrowed his brows and raised his placard, his tone calm and soothing, concealing his emotions, "420,000."
"430,000."
"440,000."
"450,000."
