The hall quieted down again, and everyone eagerly anticipated what the mogul would do next.
"I gift the Phoenix Bloodstone to my young friend, Lin Feng," a calm and authoritative voice resonated once more.
The crowd was initially startled—Who was Lin Feng? They quickly realized he was the young man who had first called out a bid and had been mocked by most people.
"How... how is this possible?" Liu Zhihao was the first to reject this reality. Hadn't he been suppressing Lin Feng just to humiliate him in public and keep him from obtaining the Phoenix Bloodstone?
Yet now, the distinguished guest in seat number nine was gifting the Phoenix Bloodstone, worth two hundred and thirty million, to Lin Feng—this was even more agonizing than killing him.
