Everyone in the auction house looked shocked.
More than 50 billion!
This number is too scary. The Wang Group, the second group in Linghai City, has total assets of only 10 billion, and these are still group assets.
Compared to more than 50 billion, the difference is five times!
"My little friend, I haven't seen you for a few days. I didn't expect to see you here."
An old laugh sounded.
An old man looked towards room 24 with a smile. It was Qian Cangwu Zun of the Qian family. He obviously heard Ye Ran's voice.
Another martial master, Zhao Changkong, also raised his head and smiled: "My little friend, with more than 50 billion, you are really rich."
"The two seniors haven't seen each other for many days. It's okay, I'm not interested in money."
Ye Ran replied casually, glancing at the two of them, something strange flashed in his eyes. These two guys seemed to deliberately not call his name.
It looked like he was wary of something.
Hearing this, the smiles on the faces of the two Martial Lords who were originally smiling gradually solidified.
What the hell, you... you're not interested in money?
The venue fell into dead silence again, with everyone's faces dull and a little confused.
You have more than 50 billion, and now you tell me that you are really not interested in money. Is that true?
"Ahem, little friend, you really know how to joke."
Qian Cangwu Zun coughed dryly.
On the other side, Martial Lord Zhao Changkong's mouth twitched wildly, and he didn't know what to say.
"Mad, I don't believe it. The auctioneer is with him. I don't believe he has 50 billion!"
At this time, the red-haired young man had a ferocious face and roared loudly at the middle-aged auctioneer who was lying on the ground.
"You bastard, throw his card over to me. I want to check it myself!"
As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and hurriedly shouted to the short-bearded middle-aged man below: "Uncle Zhang, these two guys are in the same group!
Didn't you say you would help me deal with this kid before? Now the opportunity has come. This kid is cheating people with fake cards. Take him back to the Yuanwu Department! "
The short-bearded middle-aged man was staring blankly at Qian Cang Wuzun. He always felt that this old man seemed to have seen him somewhere before, and he looked particularly familiar.
Hearing this, he frowned impatiently and was about to tell the little brat from the Wang family to stop talking.
Suddenly, the faint young voice sounded again in Room 24.
"Why are you trying to get me into the Yuanwu Department? Senior Qian Cang, did you do it yourself? Otherwise, this section chief may not be able to take me down."
When he heard the word Qian Cang, the short-bearded middle-aged man was stunned and vaguely remembered something.
Qian Cang was shocked. All of them knew that after Xing Qi got the Mo Qilin Horn, he was probably already half a step above the Martial Master.
The real combat power is even more capable of fighting against ordinary warriors like them.
Not to mention that he is already a master of the same level. The other party is now at the top of his game, his reputation and prestige are at the peak, not to mention that the Zhenwu Division attaches great importance to him.
So this is simply a grandpa who cannot be messed with. Let alone him, any top martial artist would have to take a detour.
Qian Cang cursed in his heart, it was really unlucky, he just said a word, how could he still be implicated.
He quickly stood up and said with an apologetic smile: "Little friend, how dare I catch you? This is a misunderstanding and has nothing to do with me."
Next to him, Martial Master Zhao Changkong sneered in his heart, this old guy is really weak, even though Xing Qi is really untouchable now.
But for you to be such a dignified Martial Lord from an aristocratic family, it is too embarrassing for our Yuanwu Department to be so flattering.
"Oh, it looks like it's Senior Zhao Changkong?"
In Room 24, the young man's indifferent voice sounded, "Senior Zhao, do you want to take me to the Yuanwu Department?"
"No, definitely not!"
Zhao Changkong stood up suddenly and said righteously: "Even if I borrow ten more courages from me, I will never dare to arrest you, little friend!
I even want to see who dares to touch you, little friend, you are upright and kind, and whoever arrests you is at odds with justice, I will definitely argue with him! "
Not far away, Qian Cang was stunned. When did this old guy become so slippery?
The two unfamiliar Martial Lords were also a little confused. They were still hiding in the dark. The ten and a half-step Martial Lords who had not revealed their identities were even more dumbfounded.
There were a lot of discussions around, and many people looked suspiciously. The two names Qian Cang and Zhao Changkong seemed a bit familiar.
In the room, Ye Ran looked straight through the door, looked down at Qian Cang, and said calmly.
"Does it have nothing to do with Senior Qian Cang? Before the auction started, this Young Master Wang threatened me, but he knows you, Senior Qian Cang."
Hearing this, Qian Cang's face turned pale, and he looked at the red-haired young man on the second floor who was scolding angrily with a livid face.
"Little friend, you misunderstood, I don't even know this little bastard!"
"Old man, who are you talking about?"
The red-haired young man was furious, "Old man, I'm so embarrassed for you, how dare you scold me?
Okay, you can wait for me, Uncle Zhang. Later, we will take this old guy back to the Yuanwu Department and serve him with a whip! "
"Ahem!"
Qian Cang almost suffered internal injuries from the anger, and immediately looked at the stunned Section Chief Zhang with a sinister look.
Section Chief Zhang, a middle-aged man with a short beard, finally realized that this old man was Qian Cangwu Zun whom he had seen from a distance once before.
Martial Lord of the Qian family, damn!
His face was full of horror, and when he saw Qian Cang looking at him with unkind eyes, he immediately shuddered and fell down from his seat.
In an instant, he thought of hundreds of excuses in his mind, but he didn't wait for an explanation.
The red-haired young man's vicious voice sounded.
"Uncle Zhang, this old man is so lawless and dares to glare at you, hurry up and deal with him, and then go and arrest that kid!"
Hearing these words, Section Chief Zhang's eyes turned red on the spot. He let out a cry, jumped up to the second floor, kicked the red-haired young man into the corner with a flying kick.
Then rush over, ride on him, hold him down and punch and kick him.
The sound of ping ping ping pong and the screams of the red-haired young man resounded throughout the auction house.
This scene happened so suddenly that everyone was stunned and unable to react.
Only the screams from the second floor continued to be heard.
"Uncle Zhang, did you hit the wrong person? It was them you wanted to hit, not me!"
"Mad, I'm beating you, you little bastard!"
"Stop fighting, Uncle Zhang... aren't you and my dad as close as brothers? You treat me as your own son. Don't fight..."
The red-haired young man's voice was weak and he couldn't hold it back.
"You also know that I treat you as my own son, so why are you so damn harmful to me and want to kill your father? I'll beat you to death for being an unfilial son!"
He didn't say it was okay, but when he said it, Section Chief Zhang got furious and became even more angry, punching and kicking him again.
After a while, the screams from upstairs gradually decreased and eventually disappeared.
Section Chief Zhang carried the red-haired young man who was covered in blood and passed out, and walked quickly to Qian Cang, with a flattering expression on his face.
"Lord Wu Zun, I have already dealt with him. He can't get out of bed for half a year."
