"Thirty million."
A collective gasp.
An incremental bid of ten million, for a total of thirty million for a pair of shoes, this person was ruthless!
Wang Teng's mouth twitched, and he glanced hesitantly at Xiao Die.
Xiao Die made a heart shape towards him, sending a sultry glance, her voice so sweet it made one's bones melt, "Brother Teng, get it for me. Tonight I'll show you my new talents."
As she spoke, Xiao Die extended her small pink tongue and slowly licked her lips.
Damn, who could resist that?
In any case, Wang Teng couldn't. His mind went blank, and he blurted out, "Forty million."
This bid shocked everyone present.
Forty million…
Some of them in the room were only worth that much.
Yet Wang Teng was using it to buy a pair of shoes, just to make the woman beside him smile.
Indeed, the power of beauty was invincible.
Many people now looked at Bai Zihe, wondering how he would counter.
Bai Zihe maintained his nonchalant demeanor, but the price he called out was astonishing, "Fifty million."
His calm tone made it sound as if he were saying five thousand yuan.
This time, Wang Teng started to feel uneasy.
He only had a little over sixty million in his card.
If he bid again and was still suppressed by Bai Zihe, he wouldn't be able to recover!
But the situation had escalated beyond a simple auction, and it was no longer about Xiao Die's thirty-six comprehensive services from top to bottom tonight, but a battle of pride.
As the young master of the Wang family, he couldn't afford to lose face.
He immediately shouted, "Sixty million!"
"Kid, think carefully. Sixty million for a pair of shoes like this. Not only can you not wear them yourself, but you'll also provoke the formidable enemy that is the Wang family of the provincial capital. Is it worth it?"
"I advise you to reconsider!"
This was undoubtedly a threat.
But it also carried a hint of forced bravado.
Bai Zihe remained as calm as a tranquil lake, stating indifferently, "Seventy million. These shoes are mine."
When this bid was announced…
Although everyone had been somewhat prepared, they were still dumbfounded.
Seventy million for a pair of shoes.
They could only say, utterly inhumanely wealthy!
"You!"
Wang Teng turned green with anger, his cold eyes like a viper flicking its tongue. "Very well. Since you're determined to go against my Wang family, I'll see you through to the end."
"Xiao Die, let's go!"
Having lost so much face, he naturally couldn't stay any longer. He grabbed Xiao Die and left the auction house.
Everyone couldn't help but stare.
Their gazes towards Bai Zihe, besides shock, held a hint of probing.
This person was incredibly wealthy, not even showing the Wang family any respect. Who would believe he had no backing?
Bai Zihe completed the payment and, as desired, obtained the crystal shoes.
However, as he was walking towards the door, he encountered Wang Teng, who had returned.
Now, behind him were over a dozen burly men, all his bodyguards!
The group, exuding aggression, blocked Bai Zihe and his two companions.
"Kid…"
Wang Teng, with a smug look, walked up and pointed at Bai Zihe's nose. But before he could even start cursing, Bai Zihe flashed forward and broke his finger.
"Ah—"
"My, my hand…"
Wang Teng let out a piercing scream, his voice trembling.
The finger on his right hand was already horribly mangled, only a piece of skin hanging loose. It flapped in the wind, scattering blood, causing a terrifying scene.
"Damn you!"
Unable to bear the intense pain, Wang Teng's face contorted, and cold sweat poured down. He gritted his teeth and said, "All of you, go! Beat him to death for me!"
The bodyguards immediately charged forward, fists clenched.
Their young master had been hurt, and as his bodyguards, they couldn't shirk responsibility. They could only vent their anger on Bai Zihe first.
"Remember!"
"Break all ten of his fingers!"
"If even one is missing, I'll break one of yours!"
Wang Teng's venomous voice echoed from behind.
All the bodyguards shivered in unison, then their gazes towards Bai Zihe became ferocious, and their steps grew even swifter.
The next moment.
The first bodyguard leaped high, his sandbag-sized fist descending from above.
At this moment, a bloodthirsty sneer played on his lips.
In just half a second, Bai Zihe would be knocked unconscious by his punch, and he had already thought of all the ways to torture him!
However, just as his fist was about to land, a mere half-foot from Bai Zihe's forehead, a hand shot out from the side and grabbed his arm.
Then, he was slammed to the ground.
*Boom!*
The immense force and momentum sent the bodyguard crashing heavily onto the ground with a thud, making the entire floor tremble.
The bodyguard immediately lost consciousness, his fate unknown.
The sudden turn of events stunned all the bodyguards, who looked over, shaken.
A burly man stood there, his shining bald head particularly conspicuous.
The corners of his mouth curved into a chilling smile. "Beat them!"
As the words fell,
another group of people emerged from both sides of the corridor, forming a pincer movement towards Wang Teng and his bodyguards.
Each of these individuals was over two meters tall.
They wore matching black suits, with a striking dragon embroidery on their chests.
Upon appearing, they wasted no time and began brutally beating Wang Teng's bodyguards, their punches landing with brutal force.
In less than ten seconds.
All of Wang Teng's bodyguards were subdued, each bearing injuries and groaning on the ground.
Wang Teng finally reacted.
First, his finger had been broken by Bai Zihe, and now his bodyguards were beaten by these inexplicable people. His face was already contorted with rage, and he was about to curse them aloud.
"What the hell are you—"
But when he saw the dragon embroidery on the suits of these men, his expression changed drastically.
He then looked at the bald man with a look of dread and trepidation, "You, you, you are… Brother Leopard?"