Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Everyone who had been paying attention could feel Dorian's subtle interest in the massive island.

But from the beginning of the bid, Dorian still stayed silent, as though it hadn't even entered his eyes at all.

So could they be wrong?

"200 thousand Vyns!"

"250 thousand!"

"300"

"310!"

"400!"

"1 million!"

Like so, the bid rose bit by bit, with Dorian still maintaining his silence.

Of course within the gathering of people below the suspended glass booths, one of the middle-class wealthy young masters also took note of Dorian.

F***!

How dare this bastard make his goddess cry?

Earlier on, Tsih Kon went out to relieve himself, only to hear Ji Su's burst of rage on the phone.

To him, Ji Su probably thought he was the only one around, causing him to relive his emotions.

But what Tsih Kon didn't know was that the moment he stood up, Ji Su also decided to use him as a gunman instead.

And for Tsih Kon, who was also chasing Xiao Feng, how could he not be blinded with rage for Dorian?

He sneered while looking at the pauper above.

The only way the pauper could be in that booth was probably because of his coma-resting parents.

Heh. But what's the use of all this pretense?

Did he still think himself a wealthy young master after falling from grace?

Naive!

Tsih Kon didn't know about the Gias and the Ghus supporting Dorian. So to him, he only saw Dorian as a clown trying to jump into high society.

Since he was desperate to prove himself, then as a good citizen, shouldn't he, Tsih Kon, help him achieve his goals?

With that, Tsih Kon smiled cruelly, waiting for the opportune moment to strike!

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Dorian still maintained his silence, only confusing those paying attention to him.

[Host... Didn't you say that this was the one?]

'Hmmm.'

[Then, then, then why don't you say anything?] The system looked at his host as though it was the most complicated mortal in all the realms.

Why? Why can't its host ever be normal?

Dorian tilted his head as though bored: 'Oh? You expect me to get into this market fight?'

[This... Wait. Host. To you, this is what it is?]

The system glanced at the rowdy bidding scene and suddenly felt speechless.

If those below knew how its host saw them, then how would they feel?

Now that the system thought about it, picturing its host bidding fiercely was something it couldn't see.

Its host only stared at the scene as though bored, but it now understood what the host was waiting for.

The host didn't bother bidding over the hand with the lesser...A.K.A, those who couldn't even continue to bid after it went up a few millions.

Yes. Its host was waiting to bid against the victor!

And the Gias and Ghus also seemed to realize this fact as well.

What a joke!

They too couldn't picture the Grandmaster fighting neck to neck with so many people.

Soon enough, the victor had already been selected.

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"33 Million Vyns people. The gentleman has raised it for 33 Million!"

The victor smiled proudly while listening to the host.

But just when everyone thought he would get it, another competitor emerged into the scene.

"33 million going once!... Going twice..."

"35 million."

"Ah!" The auction host exclaimed in shock after seeing Dorian's booth glow red.

That's right.

Those below would hold up boards to indicate their interest in bidding.

But for those in the booths, please, all they had to do was click a button, and the host would know exactly who was doing the bidding.

The host and everyone else were shocked because it was coming from Dorian's booth.

And for a split second, a strange silence quickly covered the scene, as everyone's eyes flickered with different thoughts, mainly that of disdain and disgust.

Wasn't his actions for attention very desperate now?

How disgusting!

Dorian lazily clicked the button attached to his seat while lowering his head towards the built-in microphone lazily.

"35 million vyns.

The host took out his handkerchief, wiped his sweat and immediately took action after receiving the go-ahead from those behind the scene.

Typically, they had ways of treating troublemakers. He initially thought Dorian was a troublemaker. But now, it seems that there was more to the situation than meets the eye.

If he had done what he just wanted to do right now, then wouldn't the big guy behind the scene finish him off instead?

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Wiping his sweat away, he quickly forced a broad smile while gesturing towards Dorian's booth.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! We have 35 Million Vyns from the Young Tian master."

Oh?

Many people sneered after seeing the host's smile.

Heh. The host probably chose to accept the guy's bid in order to settle him with debt, right?

At that point, if Dorian couldn't pay the money, wouldn't he be charged and held to his neck for the money instead?

Classic!

It was a brutal yet classic way of making this pauper realize reality.

So seeing this opportunity, how could Tsih Kon let it slip away?

"35 million and 100 Vyns!"

"40."

"40... 550!"

"50."

"50 and 550!" Tsih Kon voiced passionately while also glaring at Dorian provocatively.

Dare to go against his goddess?

Then you better be ready to take him on!

Ji Su saw the interaction between the duo and chuckled merrily.

Look! He didn't even need to do things himself for the bastard to feel humiliation.

Hmph!

Dare to grab a woman with him?

Deserve it!

(*^*)

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Everyone watched as Young Master Kon continually teased the pauper.

And indeed, even though Dorian still looked lazy, only those in his booth, or those who had understood him, knew he was angered.

No. Angered was too much of a word to use now.

It was more accurate to say that he was annoyed instead.

But before he could do anything, Ghu Sota had already punched his button like crazy: "52 Million! Anyone else who dares to bid after me will be going against my Ghu family!"

Ghu Sota looked around fiercely as though trying to find someone who would dare to go against him.

And just when he was about to put his heart to rest, another voice echoed across the scene again.

"55 million."

"_"

Ghu Sota had no tears but truly wanted to cry.

Grandmaster... Can't you give me some face?