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"8 million going once, is there anyone willing to increase the bid?" Noticing that no one was bidding, the auctioneer began to shout out a few words to induce the crowd: "If no one bids, then the item for this auction will belong to room five. Those who want to bid need to hurry up."1

There was complete silence ….

"8 million going twice. Is there anyone willing to increase the bid again?" The auctioneer continued to lure them in, "You all better think it through. This is an item from the foreign land. This is the only chance you'll get in your life. You can't lose it, you can't lose it."

The scene was as silent as ever …

"..." Seeing the extremely quiet scene, the auctioneer felt a little embarrassed to continue. He finally raised his hammer and said, "How many times has the item been auctioned? I declare that it belongs to the fifth box …"

"Eight million five hundred thousand!" Just as the auctioneer's voice faded and the auction hammer in his hand was about to land on the auction table, a faint voice suddenly resounded through the entire venue.

The funniest part was that the voice was very urgent, to the point that even the auctioneer was unable to stop what he was doing. At that time, the auctioneer was using his hammer to smash the table with his full strength.

When the voice rang out, the auctioneer instinctively wanted to retract his hammer, but how could the hammer listen to him? It continued to rapidly knock at the auction table. If it was struck, the extra 500,000 gold coins it had would be wasted.

For the auctioneer's professional ethics, or perhaps it could be said that for his five hundred thousand gold coins in commission, even if he was to die, he absolutely could not let the hammer land on the auction table.

Thus, just as the auction hammer was about to land on the auction table, the auctioneer hurriedly lifted his free hand and extended it towards the auction table. At the same time, the auction hammer fell down viciously.

"Bam!"

The familiar hammering sound didn't come, but a muffled sound of flesh could be heard. Everyone who heard it couldn't help but quiver. They thought to themselves: This is really ruthless.

Ruthlessness? Ruthless! He was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely, grimacing in pain, tears flowing uncontrollably out of his eyes. However, he did not dare to scream, nor did he dare to show any pain, and maintained his professional smile.

"Um …" Yet another bid … Eight million five hundred thousand … Is there anyone else who wishes to bid … " The auctioneer said those words word by word with a grin on his face. He was gritting his teeth. It was difficult for him to hear those words, so it was obvious how much pain he was in.

"Hehe, I say, little brother. Your shout nearly crippled one of his hands. I say, aren't you being a bit too unkind?" After the auctioneer finished his sentence, a burst of laughter suddenly sounded out from the fifth room.

"Uh, I was in the wrong. Sorry about that, but in order to compensate you, I'll definitely get this thing for you later. I'll let you get a bit more commission, hm?" Just as the voice from room number 5 faded away, a young voice could be heard from room number 2.

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