He didn't raise his hand, just calmly stated his price.
Beneath her mask, Josie Quinn frowned, the movement barely perceptible.
'It's him again!'
She forced herself to suppress the intense unease rising within her and maintained the auction's rhythm.
"Six, going once."
"Six, going twice."
"Six, going three times. Sold!"
The first catalyst was sold for six Second-order Crystal Cores to the mysterious man's team.
A stern-faced team member, also dressed in tactical gear, stepped forward. He placed six faintly glowing Crystal Cores in the spot Josie Quinn indicated, then carefully accepted the deep blue test tube.
After receiving the catalyst, Miles Murray looked up at Josie Quinn. "How many of these do you have?"
Josie Quinn had no desire to acknowledge him, but with everyone staring, she had no choice but to answer. "Twenty vials."
Miles Murray tightened his grip on the vial. "I hope you're not lying."
