Inside the VIP box, the young man in brocade robes had been lounging with one leg crossed over the other, his arms folded leisurely across his chest and a smug, confident smirk on his lips.
His eyes were fixed on Lu Yuan below, waiting to watch him make a fool of himself in front of everyone and end up on his knees, begging for mercy.
He had even imagined Lu Yuan being dragged away by the Alliance Enforcement Team, his face deathly pale and his body trembling. His smug satisfaction had nearly spilled over.
But the moment the payment terminal chimed to announce the successful transaction, the smile on the young man's face abruptly stiffened, as if an invisible hand had slapped him hard across the face. It froze in place.
His crossed leg slammed down, and he shot up from the soft leather seat, his upper body pressed against the one-way glass as his whole face twisted out of shape.
His four eyes bulged, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints. They were filled with shock and a trace of panic he could barely hide.
"H-How is this possible?!"
He let out a hoarse, strangled growl, his teeth clenched hard against his lower lip.
His chest heaved violently. Cold sweat instantly beaded across his forehead and trickled down his cheeks, soaking the collar of his luxurious brocade robe.
He had watched with his own eyes as that gleaming gold bank card touched the payment terminal, as the screen displayed "Payment successful: 1,000,000 Galactic coins," and as everyone around him shifted from disdain to awe, from mockery to shock...
Each sight was like a heavy hammer, smashing into his face!
"A gold card... That was actually a gold card?!"
The young man clutched the edge of the glass, his knuckles cracking as