Qin Xiangge realized the voice came from right behind her.
She instinctively turned her head.
It was a youth clad entirely in black.
In the dim corner, only a pair of piercing blue eyes shone brightly, reminiscent of the mysterious and vast ocean—deep and captivating.
Qin Xiangge froze, momentarily lost in thought.
A foreigner.
When the youth called out "Three billion," countless pairs of eyes in the room turned to him in unison.
The auctioneer exclaimed excitedly, "18 has called three billion once…!"
When announcing the bid a second time, he instinctively glanced toward the direction of the second floor.
In Qingzhou's realm, the black-clad youth's behavior was nothing short of provocation.
If Young Master Leng had been merely toying earlier, now he would undoubtedly get serious.
After all, if he truly lost to an unknown youth, the disgrace would fall upon the Leng family's name.
Sure enough, Leng Yunyang called again, "Five billion."
