Inside Room Number 13…
Dong Xian raised a hand to silence them both.
His gaze narrowed, eyes still staring toward the sealed wooden box where the Firebolt Spear was now resting, being delicately packaged by a servant.
"This spear may still serve its purpose. But what angers me…" —he leaned forward, his voice deepening— "is that a nameless rat dared to bleed our Dong Family in public."
There was a loud crack as Dong Ming slammed his fist onto the table. "Let me teach him a lesson, Grandfather! Let me go now!"
"Silence." Dong Xian's voice thundered with ancient might, and Dong Ming immediately stepped back, swallowing his words.
Dong Lianhua folded her arms, eyes half-closed in thought. "To manipulate a high-profile bid like this without flinching or overextending… that person is no fool. Either he's rich beyond sense, or he has powerful backing."
"Find out which one," Dong Xian ordered.
