Huh?!
As the words were spoken, the crowd turned, staring in surprise at an inconspicuous corner.
Of course, everyone was cloaked, unable to see each other's faces.
However, that did not prevent them from giving the bidder looks akin to gazing upon a fool.
"Who is this? So rich? Ten mid-tier Blood Stones for a piece of garbage? A scrap collector?"
"Insane, is this guy some big shot from a wealthy consortium, throwing around money like it's dirt?"
"Bullshit! Have you seen any bigshot sitting with us? They'd be in the VIP room!"
For a moment, the crowd was filled with whispering and murmuring.
The person who made the bid, on the other hand, simply sat unmoved in his spot as if completely ignorant of the chatter around him.
This person, of course, was none other than White Mitchell!
No one knew why White Mitchell would bid, not even White Mitchell himself fully understood.
All he knew was that the Origin Power was what made him do it.