"Brother Fei, Young Master Hua, I think this stone is too risky. Why don't we just watch the others instead of buying it?" Gu Feishuang couldn't help but whisper. It was terrifying. Over three million in cold, hard cash had just vanished in an instant. How could any ordinary person withstand that?
"A little flutter is fine."
Just then, Chen Fei suddenly walked toward a red hanging basket not far away. Inside were several raw stones of considerable size. Their surfaces were uneven and unique, with python-like patterns coiling across them. They were peppered with tiny holes and scattered claw-like marks. The stone he was looking at was grayish-black, with only a faint touch of muddled, poor-quality green on its upper-left edge.
