Seeing Lin Yang's stubborn, fight-to-the-bitter-end attitude, Ye Chen was so furious that smoke practically poured from his seven orifices, veins bulging on his forehead.
He stopped wasting words and immediately took out his phone to dial an encrypted number.
"Hello, John! Right now, immediately, transfer another ten billion US dollars into my account!"
Ye Chen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage in his heart as he gave the order in a low voice.
"H-How much? Ten billion US dollars?!"
On the other end of the line, John's voice trembled. "Lord, you are currently in the Dragon Kingdom. If such a massive sum is transferred all at once, it will definitely alert the Dragon Kingdom's upper echelons! Your identity could very well be exposed then. The risk is far too great!"
"To transfer this money safely and legally would require at least half a month of arrangements!"
"I don't care! Transfer it immediately! We'll deal with the future later. I need the money urgently right now!"
Ye Chen's tone allowed no argument. Without giving John any chance to protest, he hung up directly.
Then, expressionless, he raised his bidding paddle again, his voice icy.
"Thirty-five billion!"
"Thirty-five point five billion!"
"Thirty-eight billion!"
"Forty billion!"
"Fifty billion!!"
As the price broke through the fifty-billion mark, even Lin Yang's hand began to tremble.
"Dragon Lord!"
One of his trusted subordinates hurriedly tugged at Lin Yang's sleeve and whispered, "Although our Dragon Gate has assets worth five hundred billion, the liquid funds we can actually mobilize are only around eighty billion!"
"If you really spend fifty billion to buy... uh... buy this divine sword, our cash flow will be disrupted. There'll be huge trouble when the time comes..."
Hearing his subordinate's words, Lin Yang's overheated mind finally regained a trace of reason.