"Fifteen million Spirit Stones, once!"
"Fifteen million Spirit Stones, twice!"
"Fifteen million Spirit Stones, thrice!"
"Sold!"
After these three consecutive bids and still no one else competing, Wang Fu had no choice but to drop the hammer. Meanwhile, the other attendees at the auction could barely contain their strong desire to devour Fang Yan whole! If it weren't for this damned individual meddling, how would they not have any chance at all…
Just at the moment Wang Fu dropped the hammer, a person came out from one of the VIP rooms and headed directly to the back of the auction house. In a sizeable room, he met with Elder Wu and the auction house's owner, Jiang Rutian.
"What's the background of the guy in the No. 9 VIP room?"
