Quiet my ass!
Long Yanran's face darkened. She hurriedly covered Little one's mouth. "What are you making a fuss for?"
"Pah!"
No one took that voice seriously. Shouts of bids filled the air.
But Old Man Liang, two rooms over, was already in a foul mood. The moment he heard this, his brows knitted together.
He had originally offered three hundred thousand Top-grade Spirit Stones, but now they were in his grandson's hands. He was sick of these filthy-rich big shots.
"Do you even have any money? Millionaire, my ass. Go to hell."
Old Man Liang muttered under his breath.
"What if I do?"
Ling Yun's voice rang out.
Old Man Liang said, "Forget a million. If you can produce nine hundred thousand, I'll kneel to you right here. But if you can't, then you'll give me five hundred thousand. How's that?"
He had nothing left to lose. If Ling Yun didn't have the money, he could make five hundred thousand.
Ling Yun's lips curled with a hint of coldness. Old Man Liang had delivered himself right to his doorstep to die. He couldn't blame Ling Yun for what came next.
"Kneel? I'd be embarrassed to have you as my grandson. How about this: if I can produce a million, your life is mine."
Old Man Liang hesitated. Since this wager concerned his life, he was beginning to have second thoughts.
But the temptation here was too great. Five hundred thousand!
If he lost, the worst that could happen was that he'd have to let someone else order him around for the rest of his life.
Besides, he could simply run away. With his strength, even if he couldn't win, he could still escape.
What a pity!
Old Man Liang had misunderstood Ling Yun's intentions. Ling Yun meant to kill