The crowd sucked a mouthful of air. They already knew whose voice was this. They instinctively looked at number 201 who was sitting composed and cool, as if he did not mind those weird looks being thrown. They were really curious who was this number 201 who could fork out such a terrifying amount of money!
"You again?!" Larl shouted. His enraged voice rang entirely inside the hall. He was clenching his fist that it almost bled. He really wanted to skin this person alive.
For some reason, those from other first-rate sects were elated. Probably because this was currently happening to Larl, who just boasted and taunted them just now.
"What me again?" The number 201 did not even bother looking at him, "This is an auction, who bids the highest is the winner. Do you have a problem with it?"