The silence in the Grand Amphitheater dragged on for ten long seconds.
Up on the floating thrones, Second Director Lilith’s pale face twisted into an ugly, venomous sneer. She wiped the spilled blood-wine from her white serpent furs, her dark eyes flashing with purple succubus fire.
“Three hundred million?” Lilith hissed into her golden microphone, her voice vibrating with cold fury. “Do you think you can intimidate me with a single shout, little boy? Two hundred million High-Grade Spirit Stones!”
“Director Lilith,” Lin Mo noted calmly from his VIP box, not even looking up from his tea. “My bid was already three hundred million. Bidding two hundred million is mathematically backwards.”
A muffled snicker broke out among the three thousand syndicate bosses in the tiered galleries.
Lilith’s cheeks burned bright crimson beneath her dark veil.
“Silence, mortal!” Lilith shrieked, slamming her clawed fist against her armrest. “Two hundred and fifty million! I bid two hundred and fifty million!”
“Three hundred million,” Lin Mo repeated smoothly, raising paddle Number Five once more. “In cash. Immediate settlement.”
