VIP Room No.9.
Upon hearing Feng Rui's voice, Qin Chen furrowed his brows.
He naturally knew that Feng Rui did it intentionally.
If Feng Rui truly wanted the Evil Light Fruit, he would have acted long ago.
He surely wouldn't have waited until now to make his move.
"Seven hundred ten thousand."
Qin Chen raised the bid once more.
"Eight hundred thousand!!!"
Feng Rui hesitated not in the slightest; as soon as Qin Chen's voice fell, his own rang out.
Everyone in the auction house's pupils narrowed slightly.
Some people faintly realized this seemed to be... a confrontation...
Inside VIP Room No.2, Feng Rui wore a grin on his face.
"Compete with me? I've got plenty of money!!!"
Beside Feng Rui.
Rong Xinmei felt immensely proud, as if Feng Rui's money were hers.
"For some unknown reason, that guy's acquainted with Hong Qingya, but in my view, he's surely just a poor boy."
"Competing with our Young Master Feng is certain to end very badly."
