A Set Appears

"Why should I bet?" Wang Han nestled coquettishly in Kirk's arms. He had never seen her act so girlish before.

"If you win, it means our team made money. We'll celebrate by going to bed together tonight." Kirk's thoughts took a sharp turn.

Wang Han was speechless. "What if I win?"

"If you win, it means our team made even more money. We'll celebrate by getting intimate tonight." Kirk's answer was even more outrageous.

Wang Han pinched him hard. "I guess ten million!"

Kirk was surprised. "The Dark Gold Shield is worth so little? I bet fifteen million!"

Neither of them was guessing blindly. A few Dark Gold Equipment pieces had sold before the auction, and the highest price had been eight million—a sky-high sum already. That price had taken into account the large number of bidders and rising prices.

But once the bidding began, Kirk and Wang Han learned just how determined everyone was to get their hands on it.

The Dark Gold Shield's price kept climbing, soaring all the way to fourteen million!

That was already an astronomical price.

But the real seller had only just entered the fray!

"Fifteen million!" Chekhov raised his bidding paddle.

"Isn't your team's strategy to use offense as defense, with you acting as the MT? What do you need a shield for? Fifteen and a half million!" Diana said disdainfully.

"I've got money, and I want to buy it to use as a dining table! What's it to you? Sixteen million!"

"I bid sixteen and a half," Harpist's voice rang out.

"You! Why are you trying to snatch this shield too?" Chekhov and Diana demanded in unison.

"I love art. Just look at the patterns on it—they're so abstract, so full of the spirit of primitive African tribes." Harpist sounded enraptured.

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