Fatty Tang was seated opposite to Jun Moxie. The Fatty was wearing an extremely thin robe even on such a cold day. However, he was still wiping his sweat nonstop! The frenzy outside the hall resembled a momentous wave. And, these waves of frenzied aura were even infiltrating into the hall through the walls. Fatty's mental strength was rather weak. Therefore, it was impossible for him to withstand the aura of this place since the world's strongest people had gathered here!
"Third… Third Young Master… You're going to stay here for this auction, right?" Tang Yuan said with difficulty while wiping his sweat.
Jun Moxie looked at Fatty's cowardly appearance, and felt somewhat helpless as a result, "You look like you've got diarrhea! You think I won't stay here for this auction? Fu*k! You're worthless! This is such good opportunity for you to seek fame, and you look like you're about to let it slip by! Don't tell me that I will have to take charge in person!"
