"Welcome, everyone, to our auction house's grand opening event." The middle-aged man wore a broad smile. "May I ask if you have invitations? If so, please present them. If not, please purchase tickets before entering."
Wilk stepped forward from behind Ronglin and said, "As far as I know, no ticket is required to enter an auction house!"
"That applies to certain great nobles and important figures, which is why we issued invitations." The middle-aged man smiled mockingly. "But for nobodies like you, who knows whether you're here to cause trouble? We have to see some 'sincerity.'"
Wilk glared at the middle-aged man. "Do you know who my Boss is?"
The middle-aged man calmly glanced over Ronglin's large group. With his professional eye for receiving guests, he could tell that Ronglin, standing at the center, was undoubtedly their leader. However, he had no idea who this young man was. "Oh? Young man, who are you?"
"Ronglin," Ronglin replied flatly.
"Hahaha!" The middle-aged man deliberately burst into exaggerated laughter. "Who the hell is... Ronglin? Superstar Ronglin?"
Ronglin nodded. "That's me."
"Hahaha!" The middle-aged man laughed exaggeratedly again. "Who are you trying to fool? Everyone knows Ronglin is the fiercest and most powerful newcomer around, with strength beyond compare. A skinny little guy like you wants to use his name to deceive me?"
Wilk stood to the side, displeased. "My Boss really is Ronglin!"
The middle-aged man shoved aside the pretty receptionist and planted his hands on his hips as he laughed. "You even brought a shill!" The surrounding bodyguards joined in the mocking laughter. In an instant, Ronglin's subordinates felt deeply humiliated, and anger surged within them.
Buzz!
Ronglin suddenly grabbed Wilk by the shoulder, lifted him sharply, and flung him backward.
Almost at the same moment, the middle-aged man swiftly drew