"Wait!"
Major abruptly rose from his seat and said coldly:
"I suspect he's making a false bid!"
"Didn't I just say it? The prerequisite for following a bid is that the other person is genuinely bidding."
"Otherwise, if he maliciously drives it up to a hundred million and just shouts numbers out of thin air, am I supposed to keep bidding too?"
As soon as he said that, some people secretly nodded.
But some who knew the Auction House's inner workings quietly laughed.
So he was a rookie.
"..."
Bai Zhou blinked, but he didn't take the matter to heart. His expression did not change in the slightest.
There was nothing remarkable about being questioned. Bai Zhou had long passed the age where being questioned would make him angry.
After all, the people who loved holding rulers up to measure others were everywhere. Even if one lived as a line on that ruler, the old women gossiping at the Village Entrance would still find every possible way to slander them.
Or rather...
Though the other party seemed somewhat hostile toward him, Bai Zhou had never truly considered that No. 3 bidder worth noticing.
It was like riding hurriedly through a forest and trampling a rabbit to death. The rabbit would not count as an enemy.
—Not an enemy, much less an opponent. Just a passerby.
This passerby was simply rather unlucky.
He looked like he really needed this bottle of [Moon God's Tear], but unfortunately, he had run into Bai Zhou.
"—I can prove it."
Not intending to waste words, Bai Zhou merely spoke calmly.
He casually reached into his clothes, ready to pull out a handful of Ash Proof.
But before Bai Zhou could do anything—
Penguin Person stopped him.
It turned its huge head toward No. 3's seat,