One of the entourage members, who was older, around forty-years-old, with bulging muscles resembling a fitness coach, whispered to Zhen Xiaosa:
"Young Master, this is still the auction's territory. If we rashly start a fight, I worry we might get kicked out. We still need to bid on items tomorrow, and if we're expelled, it won't be easy to explain to the family."
Zhen Xiaosa had initially hesitated to act precisely due to this concern, but now, infuriated, he disregarded the consequences: "It was he who hit me first. You all beat him up for me. If something really happens, it's just you who might be expelled. I can stay alone until the auction tomorrow."
"Young Master, is that really wise? Our duty is to protect you,"
said another member of the entourage, looking troubled.
"What's so bad about it? I can't swallow this insult. If you don't do it, I will. Then, we'll all be kicked out together, and the auction will be off,"
Zhen Xiaosa said, threateningly.
