Inside the VIP box, when the brocade-robed young master heard Lu Yuan casually bid "100,100 Galactic coins,"
his chest heaved with rage, and his cheeks turned as red as liver.
But the next second, he suddenly laughed in fury.
He threw his head back and let out a shrill, grating laugh. His fingers clenched the sofa's armrest, and malice and mockery churned in his eyes as he muttered through gritted teeth, "Interesting. Very interesting. You're really going to all this trouble just to swindle me out of my money and deliberately get under my skin!"
In his eyes, Lu Yuan's repeated bids of just one hundred extra Galactic coins weren't proof he was rich. They showed he was dirt-poor but too proud to admit it, and was deliberately playing games to stall and provoke him!
He was convinced Lu Yuan couldn't afford a large sum. The man was betting that he would give up, trying to drive the price higher and make him pay through the nose.
At the thought, the brocade-robed young master's lips curled into a sinister smile, and a calculating glint shone in his eyes.
He abruptly raised a hand and barked at his attendant, his voice dripping with the malice of someone burning his bridges:
"Two hundred thousand Galactic coins!"
The instant he called out that price, he had already devised the perfect, venomous plan!
Once that hillbilly with no idea what he was doing bid "200,100" again, he would immediately back down and abandon the auction!
Then Lu Yuan would be forced to buy three worthless Demon Fruits for the exorbitant price of over two hundred thousand!
If he couldn't pay, the Alliance Enforcement Team would drive him out—or even arrest and torture him!
And even if Lu Yuan somehow came up with the money?