Hee Xuan, seeing that everyone knew their place, wore a look of disdain with an even colder smile on his lips.
He walked proudly, with his head held high and chest out, like someone superior, towards the little servant at Qingfeng Building holding the crystal ball.
As he approached the servant and was about to press his hand on the crystal ball, a voice that was neither warm nor cold suddenly rang out from behind, "Wait a moment, it's not your turn yet."
Instantly, the gaze of several hundred people in the room all converged on the source of that voice.
"Has this young man grown tired of living? He's actually telling Hee Xuan to wait," some whispered among themselves, "This guy looks unfamiliar, must be from out of town, right?"
"Definitely from out of town. Look at him, he clearly has no idea how terrifying the Demon Wolf Mercenary Group is. He's in big trouble now."
