vstars Chapter 471
Chapter 471
Even in the eighth private room.
Originally, there were only two: Qi Wu and Huo Ding.
Suddenly, an old man with a white beard appeared.
The old man didn't sit down on the sofa in the private room; instead, he held a teacup and looked out at the scene.
Inside his teacup, a tiny girl was perched on the side, gazing towards the white-clad VIP box.
The little girl's eyes and tone were quite excited, so I immediately guessed:
"Could it be Jiang Yi from the Colosseum? Did he choose the white side?"
As she spoke, the miniature girl who had been watching the melon suddenly flew out from the cup, looked in the direction of the chess mist, and asked curiously:
"Grandpa Fog, what race is your unique destiny chart?"
"Could it really be the undead?"
However, Qi Wu, who usually had a kind and good-tempered demeanor, had a somewhat subtle expression at this moment.
The white-bearded old man burst into laughter, flicked his finger, and sent the miniature girl flying back into the teacup, saying loudly:
"Jiang Yi probably can't come up with 400 billion!"
The little girl leaned back into the cup, tilting her head and looking puzzled.
Not Jiang Yi?
Even if it wasn't Jiang Yi, why was the old man so happy?
The little girl quickly realized that the white-bearded grandpa's hearty laughter was directed at the fog grandpa.
Sure enough, amidst the laughter, Qi Wu's expression grew increasingly stiff.
Huo Ding chuckled, "Looks like some old geezers who don't know martial ethics have snuck in."
Upon hearing this, the little girl in the teacup rolled her eyes.
Suddenly, her big, dark eyes lit up: "I understand!"
"It's not Jiang Yi, nor is it a young prodigy!"
"It's an older, wicked uncle who's impersonating a young prodigy!"
"But who is it?"
The little girl blinked her eyes, her face full of curiosity.
Even the white-bearded old man suddenly asked out of curiosity:
"Your unique destiny chart doesn't actually belong to the undead, does it?"
Qi Wu did not answer.
Uncle Huo Ding laughed: "An undead? If he really had the fate chart of an undead, would he put it up for auction?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Qi Wu again, and said meaningfully:
"Who knows, that personalized destiny chart might be a scam."
The white-bearded old man raised an eyebrow and sat down on the sofa in the private room.
The little girl in his teacup was still confused and curious: "How could a personalized destiny chart be a trap? Is it some kind of special race?"
While these onlookers were leisurely discussing...
The auction on site devolved into a tug-of-war!
Almost immediately after the white camp announced 400 billion, the gold camp raised the price to 500 billion.
Then, the two major camps, gold and white, formed an absolute confrontation!
Moreover, each price increase amounts to tens of billions!
Ten billion on the left, ten billion on the right!
Prices soared to hundreds of billions!
Subsequently, the price increase by the white camp also reached the hundreds of billions level!
Thus, a new round of tug-of-war ensued—
One hundred billion on the left, one hundred billion on the right!
Jiang Yi, sitting in the red camp's private room in the middle, felt increasingly numb!
Fortunately, he wasn't the only one who was numb at this time.
It's the entire red camp!
Or to be more precise...
By this point, aside from the two bidding parties, everyone else must have been numb, right?
Is the money from these two groups really money?
At this point, Yan Hui had completely calmed down and was sitting quietly on the sofa in the private room, without saying a word.
Saki Sekiguchi, standing to the side, lowered her voice and guessed:
"Could it be..."
"They really are undead, aren't they?"
Jiang Yi felt this was outrageous—
Can the fate charts exclusive to the undead be put up for auction?!
Just who exactly is Qi Wu?!
Although he may not be as old as the Lord of the Underworld, his racial heritage should be quite rich.
This made Jiang Yi incredibly tempted—
If only he could get his hands on the Destiny Plate, which is exclusive to the Undead!
Thinking this, Jiang Yi looked at Yan Hui again.
He discovered that at this point, Yan Hui was no longer paying attention to bidding at all.
Instead, he lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
Jiang Yi's mind raced, and he suddenly blurted out:
"Speaking of this black market..."
"Have there been any cases of murder and robbery?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Hui, who seemed lost in her own thoughts, suddenly looked up at him.
Jiang Yi waved his hand awkwardly: "Ahem, I was just saying it offhand."
However, Wang Ling immediately replied to him:
"The City of Ten Thousand Races has tax revenue, but its security system is also more comprehensive."
"Although there are obviously many staff members at the black market and corresponding security measures are in place."
"But in reality, those security measures only restrain the weak, not the strong..."
That was a rather subtle response.
Jiang Yi exchanged a glance with the woman.
Then she added:
"Of course, those who can be called strong in the black market are basically powerful beings who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years."
"Our younger generation doesn't have much hope."
Upon hearing this, Dingchan looked puzzled and said:
"You wouldn't be thinking of stealing something from Ji Chen, would you??"
His expression was as if he had seen a ghost.
Jiang Yi waved his hand to deny it: "No, I just said it casually."
He really just said it offhand.
He only thought about robbery; he would never actually do it.
We still have basic moral principles.
Just then...
Off-site auction prices have once again soared to new heights.
The white camp has demanded an outrageously high price of one trillion!
Immediately afterwards, the gold camp followed suit, raising the price to two trillion!
At this moment, the white camp slowed down its bidding pace, and at the same time, just like the previous shouts of "Yan Hui," a deep voice, seemingly altered, began to emerge:
"The young master of the City of Ten Thousand Races is indeed quite wealthy and powerful."
"To save time, young master, why don't you give me a heads-up?"
"What's the maximum price you're willing to pay for this unique destiny chart?"
"If it is far beyond my capacity to bear, then I will give up in advance."
This voice sounded much more relaxed than when Yan Hui shouted before.
However, Jiang Yi felt something was amiss.
Let the young master of the City of Ten Thousand Races name a price.
What if they just made a random statement to scare you?
Jiang Yi vaguely deduced—
The mysterious dark horse that emerged from the white camp is probably preparing to give up the bidding.
But I didn't expect...
The voice coming from the gold camp said:
"If you want to give up, then give up."
"If you're planning to kill me for my treasure, I'm ready to serve you anytime."
The voice was flat and emotionless.
But what's rather strange is Ji Chen's way of referring to the voices of the white faction—
senior?
Jiang Yi was still pondering.
Wang Ling spoke directly: "That mysterious dark horse who emerged from the white camp should be a senior figure using a second identity in disguise!"
Ding Chan frowned upon hearing this: "For an elder to participate in the competition among us young talents, isn't that disrespectful to the elderly?"
Yan Hui's eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something.
Saki Sekiguchi's eyes gleamed with excitement: "If it really is an older, powerful figure, then after the event, there might actually be a murder-and-treasure hunt?!"