Chapter 122 The Annoyed Grandmaster

Everyone who had been paying attention could feel Dorian's subtle interest in the massive island.

But from the beginning of the bid, Dorian still stayed silent, as though it hadn't even entered his eyes at all.

So could they be wrong?

"200 thousand Vyns!"

"250 thousand!"

"300"

"310!"

"400!"

"1 million!"

Like so, the bid rose bit by bit, with Dorian still maintaining his silence.

Of course within the gathering of people below the suspended glass booths, one of the middle-class wealthy young masters also took note of Dorian.

F***!

How dare this bastard make his goddess cry?

Earlier on, Tsih Kon went out to relieve himself, only to hear Ji Su's burst of rage on the phone.

To him, Ji Su probably thought he was the only one around, causing him to relive his emotions.

But what Tsih Kon didn't know was that the moment he stood up, Ji Su also decided to use him as a gunman instead.

And for Tsih Kon, who was also chasing Xiao Feng, how could he not be blinded with rage for Dorian?

He sneered while looking at the pauper above.

The only way the pauper could be in that booth was probably because of his coma-resting parents.

Heh. But what's the use of all this pretense?

Did he still think himself a wealthy young master after falling from grace?

Naive!

Tsih Kon didn't know about the Gias and the Ghus supporting Dorian. So to him, he only saw Dorian as a clown trying to jump into high society.

Since he was desperate to prove himself, then as a good citizen, shouldn't he, Tsih Kon, help him achieve his goals?

With that, Tsih Kon smiled cruelly, waiting for the opportune moment to strike!

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Dorian still maintained his silence, only confusing those paying attention to him.

[Host... Didn't you say that this was the one?]

'Hmmm.'

[Then, then, then why don't you say anything?] The system looked at his host as though it was the most complicated mortal in all the realms.

Why? Why can't its host ever be normal?

Wiping his sweat away, he quickly forced a broad smile while gesturing towards Dorian's booth.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! We have 35 Million Vyns from the Young Tian master."

Oh?

Many people sneered after seeing the host's smile.

Heh. The host probably chose to accept the guy's bid in order to settle him with debt, right?

At that point, if Dorian couldn't pay the money, wouldn't he be charged and held to his neck for the money instead?

Classic!

It was a brutal yet classic way of making this pauper realize reality.

So seeing this opportunity, how could Tsih Kon let it slip away?

"35 million and 100 Vyns!"

"40."

"40... 550!"

"50."

"50 and 550!" Tsih Kon voiced passionately while also glaring at Dorian provocatively.

Dare to go against his goddess?

Then you better be ready to take him on!

Ji Su saw the interaction between the duo and chuckled merrily.

Look! He didn't even need to do things himself for the bastard to feel humiliation.

Hmph!

Dare to grab a woman with him?

Deserve it!

(*^*)

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Everyone watched as Young Master Kon continually teased the pauper.

And indeed, even though Dorian still looked lazy, only those in his booth, or those who had understood him, knew he was angered.

No. Angered was too much of a word to use now.

It was more accurate to say that he was annoyed instead.

But before he could do anything, Ghu Sota had already punched his button like crazy: "52 Million! Anyone else who dares to bid after me will be going against my Ghu family!"

Ghu Sota looked around fiercely as though trying to find someone who would dare to go against him.

And just when he was about to put his heart to rest, another voice echoed across the scene again.

"55 million."

"_"

Ghu Sota had no tears but truly wanted to cry.

Grandmaster... Can't you give me some face?