Ling Chen only needed to add two million taels of gold to successfully bid for the God Perching Grass, an amount he could still afford.
"Then, I shall announce that this God Perching Grass now belongs to our little friend Dustless," the white-haired elder said, looking kindly at Ling Chen.
Ling Chen just smiled in response. He knew all too well that if he couldn't produce the goods, the elder would not hesitate to turn hostile, a far cry from the benevolent appearance he currently projected.
BANG!
Seeing Ling Chen successfully bid for the God Perching Grass, Yin Zongli slammed his fist onto the table, shattering its surface.
"Young Master, please calm down. This is the Black Market's territory. Once we leave Blackwater City, we can figure out how to deal with him," the Yin Family Elder transmitted his voice.
