Luo Jiahao's words were full of provocation.
The onlookers got excited and started jeering.
"Followed."
"Right, they've thrown down the challenge; if it were me, I'd follow!"
"Indeed, follow!"
Throughout history, spectators have never shied away from escalating a situation.
"That's enough." Bai Xiaosheng lowered his voice, smiled at Lei Ying, and said, "The last two times, Luo Jiahao was shouting so loudly he scared himself. His voice was deep, but now something's off. He might be trying to set us up."
Hearing Bai Xiaosheng's words, Lei Ying nodded.
Lin Weiwei sneered, "Then they're courting death. They've never seen Xiaosheng's ability to discern emotions through voice."
"We're different from them. They lose face, everyone here knows them. But who knows who we are? They think they can press us; they're thinking too much," Lei Ying also said with a laugh.
"Fifteen million! Fifteen million! Sir, will you continue to bid?"
