What surprised Yang Fei was that Li Shun, with whom he had fought the previous night, had still not arrived.
His seat remained empty.
Seeing the gaunt old man and the middle-aged man with bandages wrapped around his head looking excessively shocked,
Yang Fei knew that the final showdown of the auction would inevitably be between Kong Erhu and Lanting Hotel.
His eyes narrowed as he glanced at Kong Erhu.
Just then, Kong Erhu also turned his head, his gaze fixed firmly on Yang Fei.
In the air, it was as if sparks were flying.
The two of them seemed like wild wolves that had encountered each other in the jungle, baring their sharp canine teeth, ready to fight and hunt.
Bang!
On the bidding platform, the auctioneer with a stern face knocked the gavel, indicating that the auction had officially begun.
The atmosphere on-site immediately tensed up.
The bustling audience seats, too, were infected by the tense atmosphere and fell silent.
