Ye Chen heard the voice but acted as if he didn't hear it, still sitting in the chair unmoved.
"Hmph! Coward, twelve million!"
"Twelve million one hundred thousand!"
"Thirteen million!"
"Thirteen million one hundred thousand!"
No matter how the person from the Dark God called out, Ye Chen always offered a price ten thousand higher.
Finally, at sixteen million one hundred thousand.
The person from the Dark God cursed loudly, "You're something! We'll see about that!"
In the end, Ye Chen won the bid for the Dark God's Tentacles at a price of sixteen million one hundred thousand.
When Old Ghost announced the auction's success, his eyes showed some disappointment. He had expected the bid to reach twenty million, but unfortunately, he miscalculated.
But thinking about that particular item, Old Ghost regained his spirits.
