"Shall we continue bidding?"
Chu Feng swept his gaze towards Mu Yun, sneering.
"You..."
Mu Yun's face flushed with anger, ready to speak.
But he was stopped by one of his subordinates.
"Young Master, let it go."
This subordinate called out to Mu Yun.
"Hmph!!!"
Mu Yun looked at Chu Feng and huffed heavily, giving up on the bidding.
"Alright, boss, wrap up this medicinal herb for me."
Chu Feng said to the owner.
"Yes, yes!!!"
At this moment, the owner was already overjoyed and extremely excited.
"I bid two million!!!"
Then, another unexpected bidding call rang out.
This call attracted a crowd all around, their gaze sweeping over.
An old man with grey hair, dressed in simple Zhongshan suit, and showing signs of old age walked over slowly.
Two middle-aged men in tight-fitting clothes and sharp eyes followed behind him.
Their aura was extraordinary; they were all strong men.
"Young brother, I'm sorry, but I also need this Golden Leaf Grass."
