Chapter 774 Crossfire Glances

• That was the booth occupied by the mysterious rival locked in a silent war of bids against him.
• “Fifty million and one?” The Auctioneer, about to begin his flourish, was stunned by that amount. Still, he kept his professional composure and called out in a ringing voice, “Fifty million and one!”
• In the rival's booth, crimson pupils flickered like dying embers revived by wind. A crooked smile carved across his lips, and a spark—dangerous, eager—lit his gaze.